After seven years of marriage, my husband’s mistress barged into my home with a group of people, accusing me of being the other woman. “This is the home of that sidepiece! Look how fancy it’s decorated. She must have spent my husband’s money!” They trashed my house, leaving it in ruins. And my husband? He threatened me with divorce if I didn’t let it go. “I’m running the company now, and you’re just a stay-at-home mom with a child. After a divorce, what could you possibly rely on?” Well, it looks like it’s time to start preparing for a future without him.\ 0I had just finished getting my baby to sleep when the front door rattled under the sound of loud, aggressive knocks. The nanny hurried to open it, but before she could even see who it was, she was shoved aside roughly. “This is the home of that sidepiece! Look how lavish the place is. She must have spent my husband’s money!” “Trash the place! Teach this trashy woman a lesson, make sure she never dares to be a homewrecker again!” A crowd of people flooded into my house. The woman leading them scanned the room, her eyes gleaming with greed, then barked orders to the others behind her. They didn’t hesitate, rushing forward to destroy everything they could get their hands on. Some even stuffed valuables into their pockets. The sound of things smashing against the floor echoed around the house, turning my once pristine home into a disaster zone. “What are you doing?!” The nanny, regaining her senses, tried to stop them but was shoved hard to the ground. I rushed out of the nursery, alarmed by the noise, only to find chaos unfolding before my eyes. The woman leading the mob pointed at me the moment she saw me. “So, you’re the shameless woman who seduced my husband? Let me show you what happens to women like you!” Someone was recording a video, thrusting their phone right up in my face. “Everyone, take a good look at this homewrecker! Whenever you see her in the street, make sure you remind her of the consequences of being a sidepiece!” I knocked the phone aside, stunned by the state of the room. “Who are you people?!” I demanded. “I’m warning you, stop this now, or there will be consequences!” I gestured for the nanny to call security. The woman sneered. “Consequences? Did you think about consequences when you seduced Connor Holt and became his mistress?” “And all this?” She waved her hand at the room. “You bought it all with my husband’s money. This house is mine! I can do whatever I want with what’s rightfully mine!” Her words made no sense. Connor Holt was my husband, and I certainly didn’t need to steal him. “Are you sure you’ve got the right person? Connor is my husband. We got married at the Orange County Courthouse, and our child is already a year old. How could I possibly be a mistress?” I pulled out the photo we had taken when we got our marriage license, showing it to her. She barely glanced at it before slapping the phone from my hand. “You’ve got some nerve. You even photoshopped a fake marriage photo! Trying to pass yourself off as the wife, huh?” “You’re not even brave enough to admit what you are, a homewrecker. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you a proper lesson today!” It was clear she had made up her mind that I was the other woman, and I’d had enough. She raised her hand to slap me, but I caught her wrist mid-swing and delivered a slap of my own. The bright red handprint on her now-swollen cheek stood out starkly. She screamed and lunged at me, but by then, security had arrived and restrained her. They apologized profusely, blaming their lapse in security for allowing these people into my home. “What do you want us to do with them?” they asked. I waved dismissively. “Take them to the Newport Beach Police Department.” At the mention of the police, the group panicked. “How can a sidepiece like you have the nerve to call the cops?” “We’re not afraid of the police! We’re just standing up for justice against homewreckers. This society needs people like us!” I smirked, returning to my bedroom. I retrieved our marriage certificate and threw it at their feet. “Take a good look. We’re legally married. If there’s a mistress in this scenario, it’s you.” 02 The arrogance they displayed in my house quickly vanished once they reached the police station. I sat before them with a stack of receipts and purchase records. “These are the items they destroyed. The damage is worth several hundred thousand dollars. I want them to compensate me fully.” “We have everything on the home security cameras,” I added, shifting my gaze to the woman who led the attack. “And if I remember correctly, you also stole three necklaces and five rings from my home. The value of those items alone meets the criteria for a felony. I’m pressing charges for breaking and entering and theft.” The moment they heard how much money was at stake, the group turned on each other. “Danielle, this is all your fault! If you hadn’t told us you were cheated on and asked for our help, we wouldn’t be in this mess!” “If you want to blame someone, blame yourself. You should cover the cost. We wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for you!” So the ringleader’s name was Danielle. She never expected the situation to turn on her like this. “What do you mean? When I told you all about it, you were happy to jump on board, saying this would boost your social media following. Now that we’re in trouble, you want to distance yourselves?” “If you weren’t so greedy, none of this would’ve happened!” As the two groups bickered, nearly coming to blows, I handed over the evidence to the police and left them to deal with it. I had more important matters to handle. Danielle showing up at my house, knowing exactly where I lived and mentioning Connor’s name meant something had happened between them. I had already suspected Connor of cheating, but I was nearing my due date and needed him to help manage the company, so I turned a blind eye to his behavior—so long as it didn’t interfere with me. Besides, Connor had signed a prenuptial agreement before we married, promising that if he ever cheated, he’d leave with nothing. Now that the baby was born, it was time to act on my plan to get him out of the picture. My childhood friend, Brooke Sinclair, called as soon as she heard about the break-in. We hadn’t spoken in a while, so it was a surprise to hear from her. She sounded shocked when I told her I had sent them all to jail and was seeking compensation. Then, to my surprise, she said, “Vivian, your house is fine now, and you’ve got plenty of money. Those people are pitiful. Maybe there’s been a misunderstanding. Why don’t you let it go?” Her words made me laugh. “Brooke, are you serious? I’m the victim here. They trashed my house, and I even warned them. Do you think I forced them to act like this? Maybe you should quit being human and go become a saint!” Brooke was offended. “Vivian, how can you say that? If your family wasn’t so wealthy, they wouldn’t have done what they did. If you don’t forgive them, I… I’ll end our friendship!” I was stunned by her audacity. How could she side with them after nearly ten years of friendship? “Brooke, don’t twist the facts to blame the victim. They deserved everything they got!” “And you know what? I don’t need a friend like you in my life. If you’re so sympathetic toward them, why don’t you go pay their compensation?” Without waiting for a response, I hung up and blocked her number. 03 A few days later, the investigator I hired confirmed what I had suspected. Connor had been cheating, and not just with one woman. What shocked me the most was that Brooke was one of his mistresses—and had been for the longest time. She had even given birth to his child, just a few months younger than mine. No wonder Danielle had been absent lately—she’d been off having her baby. The police called me, saying that the group who had vandalized my home wanted to see me. Perfect. I needed to confirm who had given them my address. Standing behind the protective screen, I looked at them coldly. “So, have you figured out how you’re going to split the cost of the damages?” I asked. “Or is there something you wanted to tell me?” With the others pressuring her, Danielle finally blurted out, “Actually, someone gave me your address and encouraged me to come after you. If I tell you who it was, will you drop the charges?” I snorted in disbelief. “You owe me a lot of money. If you tell me who it was, I’ll shave a little off the total, but you’re still paying.” Realizing they had no better options, Danielle clenched her teeth and said, “It was Brooke Sinclair. She’s the one who told me you were the mistress and gave me your address.” Exactly as I thought. Danielle didn’t know Brooke was also one of Connor’s mistresses. She probably thought Brooke was just another person outraged by affairs. Instead, she had been played as a pawn in Brooke’s plan to move up in Connor’s life. I leaned closer to the glass. “Did you know that Brooke is a mistress herself? She’s been with Connor longer than you, and they even have a child together.” “She’s been using you to get ahead.” Seeing the doubt on her face, I pulled out my phone and showed her photos of Brooke, Connor, and their child together. “Look at you now. Brooke’s sitting pretty while you’re buried in debt and hated by your so-called friends. You’re both mistresses, but you’re the one left with nothing.” Danielle’s eyes widened with rage. Now, I just had to sit back and watch as they tore each other apart. Based on the investigation, it was clear Connor had a particular fondness for Brooke. She’d been with him the longest, and he treated her better than any of the others. Brooke was smart, too. She knew about the other women but never raised a fuss. The other women didn’t even know each other existed. Connor had bought Brooke a house in downtown LA, similar in size and value to our home. Whatever she wanted, he provided immediately. But Connor wasn’t rich enough to support such high expenses on his salary alone. He’d been siphoning money from the company. It was time for me to take control of the business again. Otherwise, he might forget whose name was really on the company! 04 Connor Holt finally found out about the incident while he was away on a business trip. He rushed back, a look of concern plastered on his face as he asked if I was alright. The expression seemed genuine, and if I hadn’t already known what kind of man he truly was, I might have believed he actually cared about me. Sure enough, after I told him I was fine, he quickly switched gears and got to the real reason for his concern. “Vivian, I heard you had those people thrown in jail. Now that everything’s okay, why don’t you let it go? No need to waste the police’s time.” I gave him a side-eye and asked, “What if I don’t?” Connor’s face tightened. “Why do you have to hold a grudge? Can’t you just be the bigger person? Think of it as doing a good deed for the baby’s sake.” He thought he was smart, trying to use our child to manipulate me. But his little game wasn’t going to work. I let out a cold laugh. “Am I the one being petty, or is there someone in that group you’re particularly concerned about?” Danielle was Connor’s new fling, and things between them were getting pretty serious. That’s why she’d felt bold enough to come and cause trouble in my home. At my words, Connor’s face went rigid. “You’re imagining things. You know I only care about you. Can’t you stop being so paranoid? I just don’t want you to stress over this, especially since you’ve just had the baby.” He thought he was clever, believing his affairs had been so discreet that I’d never suspect a thing. I grabbed the stack of photos I had collected and threw them in his face. “Open your eyes, Connor. Did you really think I didn’t know?” The pictures showed him and a variety of women, entering and leaving different hotels. Connor still tried to wriggle his way out. “I was only doing this for you, for the business! It’s just part of client relations. You don’t understand how these things work. You’re just a stay-at-home mom; what do you know about business?” I shot back, “Does client relations require you to go to bed with them?” That shut him up. The last shred of his act fell away, and he gave up pretending. “Fine, you know everything now, so I won’t hide it anymore.” “If you don’t go to the police and get Danielle out of jail, then we’re getting a divorce.” “I’m in charge of the company now. You’re just a housewife with a kid. After the divorce, what do you think you’ll have left to rely on?” His voice was full of threats, confident that I wouldn’t dare leave him. He thought he had full control of the company and assumed that even in a divorce, the business would be his. I looked straight at him and said, “Alright, let’s get divorced.” Back when we were dating, Connor had believed I was madly in love with him. He thought he had me wrapped around his finger. Even when I made him sign a prenuptial agreement, he didn’t care, assuming it wouldn’t matter. What he didn’t know was that I only chose him for his genes. When I was about to take over the company, some old-fashioned board members tried to block me, saying I was a woman with no husband or children and that I’d eventually shift my focus to my family, making me unsuitable to run the business. Connor, with his good looks and perfect academic record, had played the part of the loving, devoted man well enough for me to decide he would be my husband. Once I took over the company, I swiftly dealt with those who had doubted me. Now that my plan was complete, Connor had outlived his usefulness. “You b*tch, Vivian! What did you say?” he shouted. 05 Connor stood there, stunned, as if he couldn’t believe I had agreed so easily. “Vivian, think carefully. If we divorce, you’ll be left with nothing,” he warned. I stood up and turned to the nanny. “Mrs. Lin, could you show him the door?” He stared at me, incredulous. “This is my house! You can’t kick me out!” I laughed in his face. “Don’t forget, I bought this house before we got married. The deed is in my name. This is my house. Now that we’re getting divorced, are you really going to cling to my place? Or should I have security throw you out?” Connor was too prideful to let that happen. His face twisted with anger, and he spat out, “Fine, Vivian. I’ll be waiting for the day you come crawling back, begging me to return.” But the one doing the begging would be him. 06 I eventually had Danielle bailed out. I had other plans for her. I’d done my research—she had been cheated on by her last boyfriend, which is why they broke up. The thing she hated most was being the other woman. Now, she had become exactly that, and not only that, she had been played by another mistress. She wouldn’t be able to let it go. Once she was out, she headed straight for Brooke Sinclair’s house. I made sure to send photos of Brooke and Connor to all of Connor’s other flings. Nothing sparks more fury than a woman discovering her “loyal” boyfriend has other lovers. Brooke was clever, though. Every time Connor got involved with a new woman, she would go out of her way to befriend them, acting like a sisterly figure, and then use them to get Connor’s attention back on her. Danielle and the other women were in Brooke’s place for a long time, and when they finally left, they seemed to be in high spirits. Once Danielle was gone, I arrived at Brooke’s front door with a few bodyguards. Brooke answered, but her greeting died in her throat when she saw me. Her face was swollen, her hair disheveled—she looked like she had been beaten badly. It seemed like Danielle and the others had given her a thorough punishment. “Vivian… what are you doing here?” Brooke stammered, her voice weak. I smiled. “Just came to check out the house Connor bought you.” I waved my hand toward the bodyguards. “Wreck it.” At my command, the men pushed past Brooke, wielding baseball bats, and began smashing everything in sight. “What are you doing?!” Brooke screamed. “Stop them!” she cried, trying to pull one of the guards away, but the housekeeper watched from the side, too afraid to intervene. The sound of a baby crying filled the air, startled by the chaos. Brooke looked at me with pure hatred in her eyes, as if I were her worst enemy. She rushed at me, but I grabbed her and held her back. “What’s wrong? Didn’t you say you hate mistresses? I’m just helping you teach one a lesson.” Her face went white, and she tried to play dumb. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I gave her a light slap on the cheek. “Danielle told me everything.” “Your days of luxury are over.” Brooke, desperate, turned to the housekeeper and shouted, “Call the police! Call the police!” “She’s trespassing! I want her arrested!”
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