In a fit of anger, I ripped off my designer coat, which was worth tens of thousands of dollars, and tossed it into a nearby trash can.
I turned to face Felicity, my voice steady and fierce. "You should really ask Logan who the real mistress is before you start throwing accusations around!"
Once I finished, Felicity slapped me hard across the face.
"Do you really need to ask? Today is my wedding day with Logan! Can't you see that?"
She pointed angrily at my car, her voice rising.
"I absolutely despise mistresses. All of them deserve to be punished!"
With that, she pulled out a key and scratched the words "Mistress, die!" across my car's paint.
I glanced at the glaring letters, a chill running down my spine.
"You'll soon realize just how ironic those words are."
Felicity's anger boiled over. "You shameless hussy! You're stealing my husband and then mocking me?
"Just thinking about my husband's car being driven by a skank like you makes me sick!"
With that, she picked up a brick from the ground and began smashing it against my car.
She hit the windows, the headlights, the hood—nothing was spared.
"Felicity is going to be the future First Lady of All Grand Group! We can't let her be bullied by a lowlife like Megan!" someone in the crowd shouted.
Suddenly, everyone started grabbing anything they could find to join in the destruction.
After smashing the windows, they even climbed inside, vandalizing the seats and interior.
My once-pristine luxury car was quickly reduced to a heap of wreckage.
I watched these lunatics with a cold glare. "I hope when it comes time for you to pay for this mess, you'll be just as eager to take responsibility."
But my words fell on deaf ears; they acted like I was invisible.
Just then, one of Felicity's lackeys pried open the trunk and shouted, "Hey, look! She's got a bunch of cool stuff hidden back here!"
Felicity stepped closer, pulling out a painting with a scornful smirk.
"A sleazy woman who makes a living off her body trying to play connoisseur with a collection? Give me a break."
I couldn't help but issue a warning in return. "These items are worth far more than my car, especially that painting.
"I'd advise you to be careful."
The contents of my trunk were prized acquisitions from auctions that I hadn't yet found a place for.
Felicity's anger flared further at my words.
"It's a desecration for a creature like you to own such a masterpiece!