I had just finished a business meeting with some clients and hadn't even had a sip of water to rest when I heard a commotion outside the company door.
I got up and walked out of the CEO's office, and from afar, I saw a dozen women storming down the corridor from the other end, each holding up their phones and shouting slogans.
"Down with mistresses! Uphold legitimate rights and combat indecency!"
There are several companies on this floor. With their shouting, many people came out to watch the excitement.
"Ah, they're coming to the office to confront a mistress. This is getting interesting!"
"Maybe some boss has an affair with his secretary, and now his wife has come to the company to catch them in the act!"
"We're in the central business district. Which big shot is going down this time?"
As onlookers gossiped and joined the crowd targeting mistresses, they approached.
Leading the group was a seductive woman in black stockings with a graceful figure—Serena, my husband's secretary.
I took a closer look and frowned in recognition.
My husband Leon Smith is from a rural background, but he is intelligent and hardworking.
He pursued me for four years in college, and we got married after graduation.