“Look at you—acting all prim and proper, but what do you end up doing? Spreading your legs for another woman’s husband to bear his child?”
“Some women pretend to be decent, but behind closed doors they’re nothing but sluts. The moment they see a wealthy man, they go into heat like animals!”
“A mistress is the shame of all women—and her child deserves even worse!”
Their accusations drew a larger crowd. Strangers pointed and gossiped, their faces twisted in contempt. Some took out their phones, filming me, while others spat at me.
I slipped off my coat and tossed it into the trash, then turned to face Chloe directly.
“First you incited your son to torment my daughter, and now you strike me in public. Who gave you the courage to act so lawlessly?”
Chloe raised her chin with arrogance:
“A legal wife disciplining a mistress—it’s only natural. Besides, I am the billionaire’s wife, the queen of New York City. What’s the big deal if I not only beat you and your daughter, but even take your lives?”
Parents echoed her words:
“If you hadn’t been a mistress, would Chloe need to hit you? You brought this on yourself.”