My Dad's Mistress Taught Me A Lesson in Public1

On Valentine's Day, I accompanied my father, Bruce, to shop for gifts, not expecting to be mistaken for his mistress by his real mistress, Selene.

Selene surrounded me with a group, saying, "Look at these college girls, shamelessly acting as mistresses."

"Dressed like a country bumpkin, how dare you come to a luxury store? Are you trying to compete with the child in my belly for the family fortune?" she glared at me.

Confused, I looked down at my haute couture outfit, wondering who she was referring to.

They roughly tore my clothes, pulled my hair, and destroyed my carefully chosen items.

Selene threw out a card. "I'll pay for all the losses."

I doubted there was even a penny on that card.

*****

"I was wondering why Bruce would not spend the Valentine's Day with me, and here he is with this bitch."

Just as I was about to pay for a bag I had bought for my mom, she threw it out of my hands.

I looked at the platinum crocodile leather that I had been waiting for half a year but didn't dare to touch, and my heart shattered. "My bag..."

"Bag? What bag?" Selene stomped on it with her heels, then approached me.