Moments later, Cassandra herself came running out, clearly having just finished with a wealthy client. She hadn’t even taken off her gloves. The moment she saw me, she tried to charge forward, but my bodyguards quickly blocked her.
"Are you insane? You, an old hag, dare to destroy my car? This is private property! I’ll call the police and have you arrested!" she shouted, her voice shrill with anger.
I calmly threw Sanz's transfer records in her face.
"I'm still married to him. It’s my money and my car. What’s wrong with smashing it?"
Cassandra was momentarily speechless. She gritted her teeth, quickly pulling out her phone as if clinging to her last hope. She dialed Sanz several times, but not a single call went through.
By now, the high-end clients were beginning to understand the situation. I could hear them whispering in disdain.
"She looked so respectable, but she’s just a mistress?"
"Using another woman’s husband’s money to buy a car? She got what she deserved!"
I smiled, nodding in agreement.
"And that’s not all!"
With a flick of my wrist, I scattered the screenshots showing Cassandra behind the wheel of her Maserati, hitting me that very morning.
"Not only did she use my husband’s money to buy this car, but she also tried to kill me with it!"
The moment those words left my mouth, the expressions of the wealthy clients shifted instantly.
One of the clients, who had just been served by Cassandra, was so furious that she slapped her across the face.
"I can’t believe I let this mistress touch me. How revolting!"
"Mrs. Vasquez, it’s not true! Don’t believe her lies. She’s the real mistress!" Cassandra pointed at me with trembling hands.
"Don’t you know? The one who isn’t loved is the actual mistress! What she’s doing makes her no better than one! I’ve known Sanz way longer than she has!" She added.
Her voice grew more hysterical as she continued.
"We’ve been in love for so long! If it weren’t for her, Sanz would’ve married me a long time ago! She’s the one who ruined everything!"
Her outburst was almost laughable to me.
"Oh, really?" I raised an eyebrow and slapped her across the face, hard.
"You seduced my husband, caused my car accident, and made me lose my baby. Tell me, which of these am I wrong about?"