"What is there to ask? My boyfriend is honest. He cannot be mistaken, but you look the part of a shameless seductress!"
Stella put down her phone and bellowed furiously, "Look at yourself! You bitch. If you hadn't seduced Howard, he wouldn't even notice you."
The hosts seized upon the drama and added some incendiary comments. "Indeed, she may appear delicate and tender, but she exudes the aura of a practiced mistress. One wonders how many men she has ensnared."
"Why do you to feign nobility and innocence? We are not those easily swayed by your charms."
"That's it. You're addicted to being a mistress, right?"
In the live broadcast room, the comments section flooded with personal attacks, each more vitriolic than the last.
Stella found the overwhelming support for her cause, so her anger only intensified. She continued her tirade, "I detest mistresses above all else. Every last one of them deserves to meet their end!"
With that, she produced a can of graffiti spray paint and daubed three stark words across the wall of my living room.
[Mistresses deserve death!]
I regarded the words with a sardonic smirk. "Stella, you will soon see the irony in those words."