During their attempts to hold me back, the mistress seized her chance and bolted toward the back exit.
I was ready for this. I didn’t come all this way just to let her slip away unscathed. I was here to make her feel the consequences in full.
The law might not punish her, but public shame would be her sentence. I was going to make sure everyone saw her for who she truly was.
This wasn’t about a slap on the wrist. It was about ruining her façade, destroying her reputation and showing the world what kind of person she really was.
Only then would she feel a fraction of the humiliation she had put me through.
Shaking off the bystanders, I chased her out of the store and down to the busy ground-floor lobby. The crowd thickened here and I grabbed a fistful of her hair from behind, forcing her to stop in her tracks.
"Think you can run? Not a chance!" I shouted, as her eyes filled with fear.
"You owe me an explanation today! Why did you think it was okay to send those flirtatious messages to my husband? Who made the first move? And how far did you take this affair?”
My demands echoed through the lobby as her horrified screams drew the attention of passing shoppers.