It was one in the morning when a frantic call from an unknown number woke me up. The woman on the other end shrieked, her voice sharp and full of curses. “You pathetic bitch! Did you call my husband ‘sweetheart’ just to flirt with him?!” “Are you just spreading yourself around everywhere on your phone? Is your husband dead or something?!” I couldn’t help but flinch. I suddenly remembered that at lunchtime today, when I sent a package, I’d texted the delivery guy, “Hey there, are you still doing pickups?” I never expected that this woman, not satisfied with her texts during the day, would call me in the dead of night just to unleash more abuse. I forcibly suppressed my anger. “I’m so sorry, ma’am, I work in customer service. It’s just a professional habit, I swear. My apologies for any misunderstanding.” I thought that would be the end of it. But then she sent me a picture of her husband, his face black and blue, as a warning. “I’ve dealt with my husband. You’re next.” Sleep vanished immediately. I’d never encountered anyone so brazen in my life. A surge of anger coursed through me. “Ma’am, we live in a civilized society. You need to be responsible for what you say.” “Don’t you dare give me that crap!” She bellowed, cutting me off cold. “Because of you, you little slut, our marriage almost fell apart, and now you’ve caused me to beat my husband! I’m telling you, you’re sending me twenty thousand dollars right now for emotional damages and medical expenses!” “How much?” I thought I’d misheard. Twenty thousand dollars?! I barely make two grand a month! All because I called a delivery guy “sweetheart,” and now they’re demanding twenty thousand dollars?! I was livid. “Ma’am, my conversation with your husband was less than ten words. This is extortion, do you understand?” “Besides, your husband is old enough to be my dad. Why would a twenty-something girl like me be interested in him? I’d have to be crazy.” With that, I immediately hung up. Then, I blocked and deleted that psycho’s number. But even after all that, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. The next morning, I saw ninety-nine missed calls on my phone. And various nasty, insulting text messages. I gritted my teeth in fury. The unknown number called again. I answered, roaring first. “If you’re sick, go get treatment! Stop acting like a lunatic every day, thinking every woman in the world is after your husband!” The person on the other end was stunned for a few seconds by my outburst. When he recovered, his voice was just as arrogant. “Blake! Are you just spreading yourself around everywhere? You called me ‘sweetheart’ because you wanted to flirt, didn’t you?! I’ve seen cheap trash like you a million times.” “I’m telling you, a guy my age, Mark Peterson, has seen it all. I only love my wife, and because of you, you tramp, we’re fighting! You better get down here to the building entrance and grovel on your knees, begging for our forgiveness!” This time, it was the delivery guy speaking. My chest heaved with rage. It was the first time I truly understood what they meant by “birds of a feather, I guess.” I took a deep breath, trying to keep my voice steady. “Mark Peterson, right? I already apologized to you two. It was a misunder—” “Cut the crap with me! If you don’t come down, I’m coming up to kill you! So you can stop hitting on other people’s husbands!” After he finished spewing his venom, he immediately hung up. I was half-dead with anger. As I blocked all his numbers again, my doorbell rang. I thought it was the building management, responding to the commotion downstairs. But the moment I opened the door, a huge, shirtless man lunged at me.
I quickly dodged, my palms sweating. “Who are you?! If you lay a hand on me, I’m calling the police immediately!” The sleazy man sneered, his face contorted into a grimace. “Stop pretending to be innocent. Doesn’t everyone in the complex know you’re a slut trying to hook up with every man? Don’t worry, I’ll satisfy you today!” It clicked then—this was Mrs. Jenkins’ creepy husband! In that moment of shock, he lunged at me again. I kicked him where it hurt, and while he was reeling from the pain, I desperately tried to make a break for the elevator. But the next second, my hair was yanked violently! Mrs. Jenkins, a massive woman, shouted in a coarse, booming voice, “You tramp! So what that woman at the door said was true! You really do love hitting on other people’s husbands!” Terrified, I quickly explained, “Your husband ran over here himself! I’m calling the police!” But the big man behind me immediately protested, “Honey, don’t believe her! She called me here! I just came to teach her a lesson!” Mrs. Jenkins believed him without question. “You think I don’t know what my husband is like? It’s you, you tramp! The flyers spelled it out—your trashy reputation is all over this complex!” They wouldn’t give me a chance to explain, dragging me downstairs. I saw the entire elevator plastered with small flyers, all featuring AI-generated nude photos of me! I was on the verge of tears. I guessed that the delivery guy and his wife were waiting by the building entrance, and that today’s flyer incident was definitely their doing! I still had an hour and a half before work. I couldn’t imagine how many people had already passed by. Brenda Peterson, Mark’s wife, stood by the building entrance, waving a huge banner. “Chloe Blake, slut! Hitting on other people’s husbands! Deserves to die!” She loudly spread rumors, “There’s a whore living in your complex! Everyone needs to be careful, so your husbands don’t get snatched away by her!” Bald Mark, standing beside her, puffed up his chest and added, “My wife’s not wrong! That tramp even sent *me* flirtatious texts!” “But a guy my age has seen it all. Why would I even look at her?” The couple worked together, getting more and more worked up. Mrs. Jenkins shoved me, making me stumble to the building entrance, and said viciously, “They’re right, this tramp really does go around hitting on men. If my husband hadn’t controlled himself today, she might have actually seduced him!” A ripple of shock and chatter went through the crowd. Brenda Peterson glared at me fiercely, then spat on the ground. “Here comes the little slut! Let’s see how I deal with her!”
Brenda Peterson stood with her hands on her hips, pointing and cursing at me. “You’re still alive?! How dare you hang up on me last night, you have the guts to do it but not to admit it, huh?!” “I’m telling you, I’m here today to make you, you little slut, grovel on your knees and apologize to my husband and me in front of everyone!” I was about to speak. The neighbors in the surrounding crowd started gossiping about me. “I can’t believe Chloe Blake, who seems so innocent, would actually try to hook up with someone else’s boyfriend.” “You can’t just look at her face. She probably has no money and is looking for a sugar daddy, probably.” “Oh god, now that you mention it, who knows what kind of diseases she might have. We should definitely keep our distance.” “You guys don’t know, but that seductive, slutty face in those videos accessible by scanning the QR code on the flyers—that’s her!” My knuckles went white, clenched at my sides. I stated, word by word, “I did not hit on this bald man! This was a message I sent for a delivery, you can see for yourselves if you don’t believe me!” “And those videos from the QR code weren’t me! They were AI-generated!” I scrolled to my message page with Mark Peterson, just about to raise my phone. Brenda Peterson quickly snatched it away. “What are you looking at?! You’re just trying to hide something by deleting messages!” “You want to see messages, huh? Come on, I saved them all!” With that, she opened her own phone and showed everyone the fake flirtatious texts she’d set up herself, using my profile picture. The crowd erupted in a clamor. Because she had used *my* profile picture to fake the conversation! “It wasn’t me! She’s slandering me!” I roared. But the next second, Brenda Peterson slapped me hard across the face. “If you didn’t do it, why would others say you did? Why would I slander *you* and not someone else?!” “It’s because you’re a tramp, always hitting on other people’s husbands! Today, I’m going to teach you a lesson on behalf of all women!” She grabbed my hair. I fought back quickly. But the next second, Mark kicked me in the kneecap. The surrounding crowd cheered. “Serves her right! That’s what she gets for hitting on someone else’s husband! The slut deserves to die!” “Support this woman! I heard she beat her husband last night, and now she’s here to deal with this tramp!” “Honestly, I even want to go up there and kick this shameless bitch myself!”
The air was thick with curses directed at me. Brenda Peterson started hitting me even harder, making her husband hold me down tightly. The strength difference was too great; as I lay helpless, she brutally slapped my cheeks. Until my mouth tasted of blood, the woman leaned close to my ear, a vicious smile on her face. “I’ve seen plenty of your type! You just wanted to flirt with men, using the delivery service as an excuse, didn’t you?!” “I’m telling you, that package of yours isn’t going anywhere. I intercepted it!” My heart jolted. That package contained a photo of my deceased father. Dad had passed away just last week, a hero, leaving my mom and me forever. Mom had been always talking about my dad’s photo, so I was sending it to her. I never imagined that this woman would intercept it! “Give it back! Don’t touch it!” I watched, horrified, as Brenda Peterson roughly tore open the package. She held up the photo for everyone to see. “Ugh! What a cursed piece of junk!” “So her husband really is dead, huh? No wonder she’s always after other people’s husbands!” With that, she violently threw the photo to the ground and mercilessly stomped on it. The crowd cheered. Tears streamed down my face, splashing onto the ground. Mark, however, kept kicking my feet, pinning me down. The crowd erupted in gossip again. “That’s so disgusting! Everyone, don’t go near this woman, who knows what kind of nasty disease or STD she might have!” “You’re right, maybe her husband died because she gave him some disease!” “Ugh! So gross! Let’s report this woman to the building management right away!” Their words grew increasingly vile, but I couldn’t refute them. Brenda Peterson even stomped on my fingers, cursing all the while. “Didn’t you want to flirt with men? Today, I’m stripping your clothes off!” My eyes were bloodshot from the pain as I glared at the shrew before me. “I’ve already called the police! You’re slandering me and physically assaulting me! A civilized society won’t let you get away with this!” But Brenda Peterson burst into maniacal laughter. “Even if the police come, they’ll just stand by and watch me beat a whore!” With that, she stepped closer, reaching out to violently tear at my clothes. The next second, police sirens blared. Police officers and paramedics rushed over. “Stay where you are! Nobody move!” The lead officer saw my bruised and swollen face, and his eyes immediately reddened. “Chloe, kiddo, Officer Thompson, I’m so sorry I didn’t get here sooner.”
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