Framed Over a Sanitary Pad, I Revealed My Identity and Made My Colleague Kneel for Mercy

“I’m the CFO of the head office, Mr. Anderson’s daughter. My dad had something urgent to do yesterday, so he asked me to meet the client for him.”

“I took Mr. Boyle with me because he knows the business better. It would be easier for us to handle the deal.”

Veronica’s face twisted as she laughed, saying, “Mr. Anderson’s daughter? Why don’t you just say you’re the US President’s daughter while you’re at it?”

“You lie so much you can’t even keep your story straight. So what now? You’re having an affair with Mr. Anderson? You call him ‘Daddy’ in bed and then pretend he’s your real father afterward?”

“Mr. Anderson’s daughter is the CFO of the company, but she’s working at a branch office and is trying to get a sales manager job? Who would believe that?”

I tried to grab my phone and dialed, “Dad, please come to the branch office and save me-”

Before I could finish, a big, dark-skinned man burst into the office and slapped the phone from my hand. “You bitch! You didn’t come home last night because you were sleeping with me!”

“If I hadn’t seen that livestream, I wouldn’t have known you were cheating on me!”

“You eat my food, use my money and now you’re seducing other men behind my back. I’ll teach you a lesson today!”

He grabbed my hair and slapped me hard across the face. I stared at him in shock.

“Who are you? I don’t even know you!”

“You don’t know me? I’ve been sleeping with you for over two years, but now you say you don’t know me?”

He turned toward the crowd and shouted, “Everyone, look here! This woman is my girlfriend. She used sweet words to trick me and threw herself at me. She only wanted my money!”

“I’ve been with her for two years. But she’s been asking me for money in every way possible. I didn’t expect she’d be seducing someone else behind my back!”

My colleagues looked at me as they looked at me in shock before they started to gossip more.

“No way, Isabella is really like that?”

“No wonder she wears designer clothes and carries luxury bags. She’s got more than just one man paying for her … ”

The man dragged me toward Mrs. Boyle and said, “Ma’am, I’m so sorry. I didn’t watch over my girlfriend properly. She caused you so much trouble!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll deal with her when we get home. I won’t let her bother your husband again!”

The livestream’s comment section exploded. People online, who hated mistresses, didn’t find his violence wrong. In fact, they praised him.

[This guy is amazing! Even with his girlfriend cheating, he still apologized to the poor wife!]

[He didn’t even mention breaking up. He just said he’d go home and teach her a lesson. Is that love or stupidity?]

[This woman sure has tricks. She got exposed for having an affair with an older man, but her boyfriend still defends her.]

[Wait, didn’t her boyfriend just hit her? Isn’t that abuse?]

[What’s wrong with hitting her? She deserves it! Why should he act nice when he’s been cheated on?]

[Oh, look, someone’s trying to talk about domestic violence again. Stop defending the mistress!]

[When your husband cheats, don’t hit the mistress! Take her home and treat her well or she’ll look down on you.]

***

Veronica stood there with a smug smile, clearly enjoying the chaos. Fear rose inside me.

I shouted to my colleagues, “I don’t know this man! He’s not my boyfriend! Call the police!”

One coworker hesitated.

“Maybe we should call the police first? What if he really hurts Isabella?”

Veronica quickly snapped, asking back, “Why are you getting involved in a couple’s fight? If you call the police, she’ll probably accuse you of hurting her precious man.”

“Haven’t you seen those fake victims online?”

The kind colleague glanced at me again, but slowly put his phone back into his pocket.

Veronica winked at the man, who grabbed me more eagerly and tried to pull me away.

“You don’t even recognize me, do you? Fine, go pack your things and get out!” she shouted.

With my last bit of hope, I stared at Veronica’s phone, where she was live-streaming. “I really don’t know this man. Please, kind viewers, help me, call the police!”

Veronica hurriedly shouted back, “Don’t trust her. I’ve seen this man pick her up and drop her off after work.”

“Isabella, you have no shame. You don’t even know your own boyfriend, yet you’ll happily become a rich man’s mistress, right?”

I kicked and fought, but the man struck me hard and sent me sprawling to the floor. He roughly grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the office. Panic and despair filled me while my whole body trembled with fear.

Mrs. Boyle took that moment to kick me in the face.

“Bitch, if you dare seduce my husband again, I’ll have someone kill you!”

I shut my eyes, feeling hopeless. Just before her foot hit, two sharp slaps sounded in the room. Mrs. Boyle let out a pained cry.

A fierce voice roared through the office, “What the hell is wrong with you? Do you know who you are messing with? You’ve gone too far this time!”