When I was Framed, I Took Revenge

The resounding slap left me reeling.

The mob that had surged into my home now jeered.

"You may appear respectable, but why do you choose the path of a mistress when so many avenues are open to you? You deserve every blow!"

"Exactly. No wonder she dwells in a mansion worth millions at such a tender age. It's clear she's slept her way to this opulence. How utterly shameful for a woman!"

The commotion had drawn the attention of the neighbors, who now gathered at the threshold. Their whispers and snide remarks sliced through the air.

Unable to contain their disdain, someone even spat in my direction.

I removed my coat, a symbol of my wealth, and cast it into the trash. Fixing my gaze on Stella, I spoke with a firm resolve.

"Your name is Stella Carter, correct? You've mistaken me for someone else. I am a married woman, and I am not acquainted with your boyfriend. I suggest you gather your people and vacate my home immediately."

Considering Stella an employee of my subsidiary and a victim of mistreatment by a mistress, I chose not to engage in a dispute over a simple misunderstanding.

I expected her to storm off in a huff upon hearing my words.

Instead, her face contorted with a newfound rage.

She shouted, "What? You dare to play the part of a mistress yet lack the courage to admit it?"

She then produced her phone, flipping through her photo album to display what she claimed were incriminating messages. "Here are the chat records between you and my boyfriend. These are the indisputable proofs of your infidelity!"

I scrutinized the screen, only to find exchanges between Howard and myself.

In the chat, Howard had labeled me a "vixen."

Our conversations were filled with the flirting nothings of a devoted couple.

Some were indeed quite dirty talks.

It was then that the truth dawned on me.

The man Stella spoke of was none other than my own husband, Howard, and the mistress she referred to was, in fact, me, Howard's lawful wife.

Since Howard married into my family, he had always been the model of propriety, attentive and obedient.

I had always believed his love for me to be genuine and his loyalty unwavering.

Yet, here I stood, confronted with the bitter reality of his betrayal.

Fury ignited within me, a conflagration fueled by Howard's betrayal and the mistress' audacity to accuse me in my own home.

I glared at Stella and coldly said, "Stella, I advise you to seek out Howard and clarify the nature of his relationship with me."

"What is there to ask? My boyfriend is honest. He cannot be mistaken, but you look the part of a shameless seductress!"

Stella put down her phone and bellowed furiously, "Look at yourself! You bitch. If you hadn't seduced Howard, he wouldn't even notice you."

The hosts seized upon the drama and added some incendiary comments. "Indeed, she may appear delicate and tender, but she exudes the aura of a practiced mistress. One wonders how many men she has ensnared."

"Why do you to feign nobility and innocence? We are not those easily swayed by your charms."

"That's it. You're addicted to being a mistress, right?"

In the live broadcast room, the comments section flooded with personal attacks, each more vitriolic than the last.

Stella found the overwhelming support for her cause, so her anger only intensified. She continued her tirade, "I detest mistresses above all else. Every last one of them deserves to meet their end!"

With that, she produced a can of graffiti spray paint and daubed three stark words across the wall of my living room.

[Mistresses deserve death!]

I regarded the words with a sardonic smirk. "Stella, you will soon see the irony in those words."

"You bitch. You've stolen my man, and now you dare to mock me?"

Stella raged, advancing toward me with a raised hand.

I caught her wrist with a firm grip and pushed her back. "I will offer you one final warning. Leave now with your followers, or I shall call the police."

Stella's expression twisted with disdain. "How dare you? A mistress who hides in the shadows dares to menace me, the rightful paramour? You subsist on my boyfriend's wealth, yet you posture as if you possess value. Today, I shall ensure you disgorge every morsel you've consumed!"

With that, Stella erupted into a frenzy, hurling objects about my home with reckless abandon.

The hosts witnessed this spectacle and grew animated.

"For years, we have upheld justice, meting out punishment to the likes of mistresses, yet never have we encountered one so brazen."

"It appears we have a seasoned offender on our hands."

"Fellow viewers, today we must impart a lesson. Please, show your support with a like, and I shall provide a firsthand account of the dismantling of this abode!"

The live broadcast room erupted in a flurry of likes, comments, and gifts.

The online viewers flooded in the live broadcast room.

The audience, it seemed, had reached their limit and clamored for swift action.

The hosts surged forth and commenced their assault on my home.

I surveyed this pack of frenzied souls and issued my final caution, "Each item here is of considerable value. Proceed with care, or you may find yourselves unable to bear the cost of your actions."

Stella seized a cherished piece of painting that I had treasured for years. With a contemptuous flourish, she tore it asunder before my eyes.

"I shall raze them all to the ground! What recourse have you against me?"