The mistress, now surrounded by a sea of faces and hundreds of phones capturing every angle, appeared desperate. Her bravado slipped and in a moment of fury, she snapped.
"Yes! I flirted with your husband! But he came onto me!" she spat, her voice shaking with anger.
"If you’re so brave, call him here and ask him yourself! Do you really think he’s on your side? He will choose me!"
"You’re insecure because you can’t win your husband’s heart," she sneered. "Men don’t stay with women who lack charm, so no wonder he’s bored with you! Unlike you, I’m beautiful, I’m thoughtful! What can I say? Men want me."
She raised her chin defiantly, her voice dripping with contempt. "You’re just a bitter, miserable woman, clinging to your pathetic morals. Maybe if you took better care of yourself, your husband wouldn’t stray. Ugly women like you only cling to morality out of jealousy."
The venom in her words stung, but she wasn’t finished.
"Do you really think you have what it takes to compete with me? I’m a catch and you’re just a sad, pitiful wife who can’t keep her husband’s attention."
As her tirade went on, a few saleswomen chimed in, snickering and tossing out comments of their own.