After the reunion, I got a ride home in the car of the president, Alexander Martin. However, early the next morning, a woman who claimed to be his wife rushed to the company and made a scene. She caused an uproar in the company by accusing me of using my position as Alexander’s assistant to seduce him when I knew that he was married. I tried my best to explain that I didn’t have an affair with him, but she refused to believe me. Unable to put up with it, I made a phone call to him. “Your wife slandered me for having an affair with you. Dismiss me, and I will quit!” Confused, Alexander asked, “Are you crazy? How could I have a wife?” ***** “Do you not know if I have time for a relationship? “I’m still in Saniville for a meeting. I’ll go back right now.” I was a little guilty. “As Alexander’s chief assistant, I was the most aware that he got up early in the morning and went to bed late at night every day. He had no time for a relationship, let alone a marriage. Who was the arrogant woman in front of me?” As I ended the phone call, she chided, “Do you realize your fault? Don’t think that I won’t dare to drive you out of the company because you’ve been working with my husband for a long time. “He loves me very much. As long as it is my request, you’ll be fired today!” I saw the woman open the cabinet behind Alexander’s chair and take out the expensive coffee beans that cost nearly 150 thousand dollars and were only for big clients, usually just for decoration. But she casually grabbed a large handful and threw it into the cup! I was furious. After confirming with Alexander, I just assumed that the crazy woman was deliberately coming to cause trouble. Stepping on my high heels, I walked up to her and growled, “Excuse me, please show me proof that you’re Mrs. Martin. Otherwise, I’ll charge you with intentional nuisance and have security take you away.” Colleagues nearby watched us and burst into discussion. “I am sure that Caroline is involved with Mr. Martin. They are always inseparable, and he attends all kinds of negotiations and social engagements with her. I’ve already guessed it.” “How humiliating! Mrs. Martin came here and scolded her, but as a homewrecker, she should have expected the consequences. She deserves it!” “Men are all driven by desire. Caroline is stunning and competent. It is exciting to have an affair with her. She used to pretend to be aloof in front of us. Now, she must be ashamed.” “Wait! How dare Caroline doubt Mrs. Martin’s identity? Is there a reversal?” The woman daintily stood up and glared at me with her arms crossed with disdain. “My husband is the president of Zenith Group, Alexander Martin. We are married. How dare you, a mistress, doubt my identity?” The crowd glanced at me with disdain, too. But that was not the truth. She was clearly not Mrs. Martin. In a fit of rage, I took my work card, threw it on the table, and confronted her face-to-face. “Of course, I dare. I have done nothing wrong and have nothing to do with Alexander. Anyone with a sharp eye in the company can see that. “But what about you? No one in the company knows if you are Mrs. Martin or not. What right do you have to rush here and insult me?” The woman lost her temper, grabbed an expensive vase in the room, and dropped it to the floor, causing it to shatter into pieces. “How dare you! Since you won’t admit it, I’ll show you the marriage certificate, and you will have no room to deny it.” The woman took out the marriage certificate from her arms and violently threw it at my face, hitting me so hard that I fell to the floor. I gritted my teeth and bent down to pick it up. However, after reviewing it, the personal information on it shocked me. It was indeed Alexander! Every detail was identical to his personal information. But I saw the date on the marriage certificate was Thanksgiving Day. “It was strange! Executives were busiest on Thanksgiving Day when all employees were off. I followed Alexander almost around the clock on business trips to meet clients. How could he find time to get married?” The woman mocked, “Who are you? How dare you doubt me? Open your eyes wide and see who Mrs. Martin is! “If you don’t apologize to me today and promise to disappear in front of my husband after that, I will definitely destroy you!” My hands trembled as I kept identifying the authenticity of the marriage certificate. There was something wrong. What was going on? Could it be that Alexander lied to me?
Seeing that I was silent, the woman picked up my work card arrogantly. In front of everyone, she simply ripped it up. “You’ve pissed me off. I wasn’t that angry. If you had apologized to me and resigned, this matter would have been over. “However, as a mistress, you are arguing with me instead of making an apology! Since you don’t want to save face for yourself, I’ll let you have your wish!” She directly asked a female subordinate beside her for a mobile phone and the company group chat. After a while, she held up the mobile phone and shouted as piercingly as fingernails scratching the blackboard, “Do you want evidence? Caroline, you shameless bitch, I’ll show everyone in the company how immoral you are!” She was so confident that I had a headache. I retorted loudly, “What do you mean?” I didn’t believe that she had the alleged evidence, for I really had nothing to do with Alexander. How could she fabricate evidence out of thin air? But after checking what was on the phone, everyone pointed at me and gossiped about me. Their eyes betrayed evident contempt and disgust. Some strange male colleagues even let out a cry of disdain. “Caroline is still stubborn. The evidence came to light. How embarrassing!” “To be honest, Caroline has a curvy body. I wonder if I can have sex with her like Mr. Martin.” “She is just a plaything. Don’t you think she’s dirty?” Listening to their filthy discussion, I furrowed my brows and pulled out my mobile phone. In an instant, my eyes widened in shock. Intimate photos of Alexander and me making out were sent to the group chat. Only some of our private parts were mosaicked, and both of our faces were as clear as day. The scenes ranged from the car to the office, from the hotel to Alexander’s room. There were so many photos that it was impossible to scroll through them all in one go. I clutched my phone, a cold sweat running down my back. I glanced at everyone and said in a trembling voice, “The people in the photos aren’t Alexander and me. We haven’t done anything like this. These photos are fake. “We can have a professional identify them. Believe me. I am really not involved with him.” But they treated me with contempt and showed their derision. “I finally understand why Caroline’s promotion and salary increase so fast. It turns out she has hooked up with Mr. Martin.” “There is a place for her in the annual performance assessment. So she gets it after sleeping with Mr. Martin. She really works hard.” “I thought Caroline was an overachiever because she worked overtime with Mr. Martin every day. To my surprise, they actually made love every night.” “If I were Mrs. Martin, these photos would drive me crazy.” The woman claiming to be Mrs. Martin then wept bitterly. “She destroyed my marriage! She really deserves to die. You must do me justice.” With a snotty nose and tears, she blamed Alexander and me for our immorality. My colleagues’ ears pricked up at the racy gossip while they couldn’t stop cursing me as a shameless mistress. I gazed at the absurd scene and immediately felt dizzy. I had never done any of these things, and yet everyone reproached me one after another. Now, they were all incredibly certain that I was a homewrecker but would not admit it. I hurriedly fetched my mobile phone and called Alexander. To my disappointment, I was told that he had switched off his phone. He might still be in a meeting or on a plane, but in any case, there was no way for him to come out and explain it all. Amidst the condemnation of the crowd, my patience reached its limit. My fingertips almost dug into my palms, and I gritted my teeth hard. In that case, I wouldn’t be polite anymore.
I saved screenshots of all the group messages and growled, “You’ve caused serious damage to my reputation and privacy with your fake pictures, and I’m going to sue you!” “Wait for administrative detention!” The woman showed no fear and grew more arrogant. “These are the photos saved inside my husband’s photo album. You are just being stubborn. “Are you going to sue me? Am I afraid of you? My husband is wealthy, and it’s a piece of cake to ruin you.” I cursed Alexander a thousand times inwardly. I had worked diligently in the company for him for five years, but in the end, I was falsely accused of being a mistress. I didn’t believe you. I must expose your trick. Ethan, the company’s data security engineer, was called over to identify those photos in front of everyone. He was a newly recruited technician who was quite knowledgeable about photos. As long as he recognized these photos as a composite, I would prove my innocence. I could resign, but my reputation still mattered. After using software to examine those photos carefully, Ethan announced, “These pictures… “Sorry, with my current ability, I can’t tell whether they have been photoshopped or not.” I was dumbfounded, and my eyes widened in disbelief. The world was crazy, right? How could it be impossible to identify those photos? I had none of those memories at all! The woman rushed over and slapped me across the face so hard that my head tilted. But she didn’t relent, pointing at me and scolding, “You bitch, I thought you were really capable, but to my surprise, you’re as stupid as a pig. “Apologize to me! Otherwise, I won’t let you off!” My face was burning. The onlookers glared at me with contempt. “Hurry up! Apologize to Mrs. Martin.” “I am behind Mrs. Martin!” “She is still confident. How disgusting! A mistress deserves to be beaten. I want to give her a few slaps.” “I’ve already filmed the whole process. There are already thousands of likes, and the viewers are scolding her with me!” I was helpless in front of dozens of people, nearly losing my balance. The last shred of certainty about myself saved me from total confusion. I yelled, “I won’t apologize! Everything is fake!” “Who asked her to apologize?” A familiar voice came from the crowd. I looked over, almost in tears of joy. A man in a high-fashion black suit, broad-shouldered and slim-waisted, emerged from the crowd. Alexander was back. Staring at his trademark outfit and familiar cold face, I was more excited to meet him for the first time than to meet my family. Alexander glanced at the woman and asked icily, “You claim to be Mrs. Martin, right? But I know that she has an ancestral diamond bracelet. Do you have it?” She sized him up and frowned. “Who are you? Of course, I have the bracelet.” She then drew back her cuff, and a bracelet, whose value even an uninitiated person like me could perceive, appeared on her wrist. However, I was more surprised that she didn’t know Alexander, her alleged husband. He was perplexed, too. He had never given anyone the bracelet. Why did it appear on her wrist? Suddenly, a man in a security uniform rushed out of the doorway. He stared at the woman in panic. “Stop it, baby. Let’s go home now.”
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