"You’re insane! Let me go! You’re making a scene for nothing!" she yelled, trying to twist out of my grip. "Are you mentally unstable or something?"
Her denials only served to fuel the anger I’d been holding back.
Refusing to let go of her hair, I raised my phone with my free hand and began to read her messages aloud, each word more damning than the last.
“Daddy, I need your help to become the lead sales associate this month.” I sneered, my voice dripping with mockery.
“If you let me rely on you, I’ll let you rely on me too.”
And my personal favorite, “Daddy, love me again, okay?”
Her face flushed as I continued, “Every time I think of you, I have to change my undies …”
The crowd erupted in a collective gasp, expressions of shock and disgust flashing across their faces.
"She’s the mistress? How shameless!" someone muttered.
"These types are the worst," a woman spat in disgust. "Always out to wreck someone else’s family."
"Isn’t she a salesgirl at Lois Vitone?" another observed. "Typical gold digger, always preying on rich men."
Voices of anger and judgment rose from every corner, fueling my determination.
I had achieved exactly what I set out to do.
Her reputation was crumbling before her eyes, every murmur of disdain a punishment for her betrayal.
"Isn’t that right? They’d strut around, acting all high and mighty, like they’re some kind of royalty. Hah! Deep down, they’re nothing more but sluts," someone in the crowd jeered.
"Selling goods by day, selling their bodies by night!" another person sneered, stirring laughter and nods among the bystanders.
The security guard, initially stepping forward to break up the confrontation, paused when he overheard the damning messages I had read aloud. He folded his arms, settling back with a smirk to watch the unfolding spectacle.
With the rise of social media, everyone’s a reporter. Spectators pulled out their phones to snap photos and started live-streams.
"I love seeing this homewrecker get her due!" someone muttered as they recorded.
"I need to get in on this. Imagine the views I’ll get!"
As more people gathered at the entrance, the crowd thickened until it reached hundreds, their shouts and chatter filling the air.
Soon enough, the manager of the luxury store arrived with a few other saleswomen in tow, trying to shield the mistress and speaking out defensively.