It was the second time I had wept; the first was at my mother's funeral.
"Look! The bitch is crying!"
"Did you not foresee this fate when you shamelessly embraced your role as a mistress?"
"Do not presume that your actions go unpunished merely because the law does not address your kind. Remember, we, the righteous online judges, are here!"
With reddened eyes, I fixed my gaze upon these frenzied souls and spoke with icy resolve, "You will rue this day."
Faced with my threats, they erupted in laughter.
A host even thrust the camera close to my face.
"Guys, this is the consequence of becoming a mistress!"
"With our intervention, no mistress can escape the lesson we impart. That's why we, Alliance for Punishing Mistresses, exist!"
"Observe her now. She was unable to retaliate against us. All she can muster is a futile rage."
The live chat exploded with a flurry of comments and gifts, the screen awash with virtual celebrations.
The hosts were basking in their triumph and prepared to depart with Stella. Their smiles were so broad that they threatened to distort their features.
At that moment, several police officers suddenly entered through the gate.