Anna rushed from backstage to shield me. We were both stunned to realize that I was the alleged "mistress".
"You shameless homewrecker! How dare you glare at Rebecca? Get on your knees and apologize!"
My ears were ringing, and I stared incredulously at Rebecca and her gang of "justice warriors".
Me? The old, ugly nightclub girl? What a joke!
I steeled my expression and said coolly, "Rebecca, you've got this all wrong. I would never..."
"You still haven't answered me. A homewrecker like you dares to make a scene in front of the rightful partner? It's beyond shameful!"
Before I could finish, the words were forced back down my throat. One of Rebecca's so-called "justice warriors" couldn't hold back their anger and kicked me hard.
"What misunderstanding? I hate homewreckers more than anything. You remind me of my shameless stepmother—pretending to be all refined while being a total mess. I have to stand up for Rebecca!"
Rebecca, arms crossed, smirked and lifted her chin in triumph.
I cleared my throat, struggling to maintain my balance. "Rebecca, let's keep this civil. If you apologize now, I'll let this slide."