"Exactly. No wonder she dwells in a mansion worth millions at such a tender age. It's clear she's slept her way to this opulence. How utterly shameful for a woman!"
The commotion had drawn the attention of the neighbors, who now gathered at the threshold. Their whispers and snide remarks sliced through the air.
Unable to contain their disdain, someone even spat in my direction.
I removed my coat, a symbol of my wealth, and cast it into the trash. Fixing my gaze on Stella, I spoke with a firm resolve.
"Your name is Stella Carter, correct? You've mistaken me for someone else. I am a married woman, and I am not acquainted with your boyfriend. I suggest you gather your people and vacate my home immediately."
Considering Stella an employee of my subsidiary and a victim of mistreatment by a mistress, I chose not to engage in a dispute over a simple misunderstanding.
I expected her to storm off in a huff upon hearing my words.
Instead, her face contorted with a newfound rage.
She shouted, "What? You dare to play the part of a mistress yet lack the courage to admit it?"