Revenge On My Husband and His Ex-wife

Gazing at Dan Simmons's name on the marriage license, my head spun.

Then it hit me—we had a big wedding five years back but never got legally hitched.

Dan claimed his family was strapped for cash and didn't want to look like he married up.

He said he'd rather earn my parents' approval with his own merits before we made it official.

Who knew that "later" meant a whole five years? Our daughter is already three, and we're still not legally married.

Whenever I pressed him about tying the knot legally, Dan would beat around the bush.

I once joked if he'd secretly married someone else.

Turns out, I was spot on.

The license revealed Dan had been married to Savannah for seven years.

And here I was, unknowingly the other woman for five.

Rage choked my words and my body wouldn't stop shaking.

Savannah misread my shock as fear and taunted, "If you're not the mistress, let's see your marriage certificate then."

Caught without one, Savannah turned to the crowd and yelled, "Really, folks? You came to a party thrown by a mistress? Don't you worry about your kids learning tricks from this lowlife? What a mess!"

Immediately, whispers filled the room.

"I can't believe it. Mo's mom was all lovey-dovey online, and she's the mistress? Flaunting her daughter's bash like that, is she trying to broadcast her affair?"

"Exactly, looks can be deceiving. Thought she was classy, but she's just trash. Had I known, I'd have kept my son away from Emma."

"Man, I regret showing up. Is it too late to head out?"

...

That's when my daughter stepped out of the back room.

Suddenly, those who adored her were backing away as if she carried a disease.

My heart ached seeing Emma's confused face; I struggled to stay composed and explained, "I won't lie, Dan and I didn't get the paperwork done, but we had a wedding—our friends and family see us as legit spouses!"

"We didn't file because Dan wanted to earn my family's blessing first."

"I'm a victim in this too. If you don't believe me, we can call Dan right now and sort this out."

I remembered how my family initially disapproved, and Dan, ever considerate, suggested we hold off on the license to give me an out if needed.

I thought he was being protective, really looking out for me.

Turns out, he'd already tied the knot with someone else.

Now, his real wife was using that to attack me.

Angered, I reached for my phone to call Dan.

But Savannah grabbed it first and smashed it on the ground.

"Don't think I'm clueless—you're trying to dial for backup, right?"

"Trying to seduce my husband again? Fat chance!"

Watching my phone shatter, my anger surged.

"This is between us three. Why can't I talk to Dan? What gives you the right to crash my daughter's birthday and spout lies—aren't you afraid of the police?"

Savannah sneered, "No need to talk to Dan. I'm his wife, I speak for him!"

"You want to call the cops? As if a homewrecker like you has that right!"

"Watch as I take you down in front of everyone on this livestream!"

With that, she kicked me fiercely, and I tumbled into my daughter's massive cake castle.

Emma adores Elsa from Frozen, so I had splurged on a cake castle designed by a top-tier pastry chef.

It was reinforced with sturdy steel rods to support its structure.

Falling on those could have been disastrous.

Losing balance, the castle crumbled and collapsed.

Luckily, I just scraped my leg on a rod, leaving a small red mark. Yet, it could've been much worse.

Catching my breath, I listened as Savannah laughed at my creamy mess.

Shoving the camera in my face, she gloated, "This is how you deal with mistresses—no mercy, or they never learn!"

"Can't believe she dodged that. But wrecking her fancy cake? Totally worth it!"

I knew Savannah was out for blood, but wanting me dead? That was a new low.

Enraged by her smugness, I bellowed, "Savannah Beck, if you don't want to lose it all, you better leave now, or you'll regret it!"

Savannah just laughed harder.

"You, a mistress, daring to threaten me? Please!"

"Every dime you've spent is from Dan and me! Better spit out what you owe, or I'll make sure you can't even beg for mercy!"

She then grabbed a bat and shattered the champagne tower.

Mo's treasured limited-edition Barbie was next, destroyed in Savannah's rage.

Her entourage mimicked her, trashing the place further.

The birthday bash turned into a complete disaster.

Then Savannah and her mob started hunting for something—or someone.

They were after Emma, I knew.

But thankfully, our nanny kept her hidden. So long as she kept quiet, she'd be safe for now.

However, Savannah guessed as much and directed a brute to drag me down by my hair, throwing me to the floor.

The pain made me scream.