Chapter 3

A clear handprint soon appeared on Clark’s face.

He did not react, but Samantha went berserk.

“Yvonne!” she screeched, grabbed the coffee beside her, and threw it at me.

Instinctively, I brought my hand up to shield my face. The burning liquid splashed my entire arm.

Burning pain erupted through my entire body. It hurt so much that my face turned pale. My arm quickly turned red, and I even got blisters.

With bloodshot eyes, Samantha continued yelling, “You could hit me, but how could you hit my fiance? Who do you think you are?!”

The onlookers immediately surrounded us.

“My goodness, she drove Samantha to such desperation…”

“She deserves this. She’s the one who hit him first.”

“That’s right. Clark is just too good-tempered. I would have called the police long ago.”

I trembled in pain but continued glaring at her. “You hurt me on purpose. I’m going to call the police.”

Samantha’s expression changed, but soon, Clark grabbed my wrist. He looked down at my burnt arm and frowned. “Enough with this. Come to my office first to treat your burn.”

I tore myself free from his grip. “Get lost.”

Clark’s expression turned dark. “Do you really have to blow things out of proportion?”

I laughed in exasperation. “Am I? I’m the one who got hit, and I’m the one who got splashed with coffee! What’s this? Are you going to pretend the truth doesn’t exist, just like all those years ago?”

Clark’s breathing froze. After remaining silent for a while, he whispered, “Calling the police now won’t get you anything aside from embarrassment. Go treat your arm. You won’t want it to scar.”

I ignored him and called the police.

The police officers arrived twenty minutes later. When the captain got in, he saw Clark and immediately put on a fawning smile. “You’re here, Mr. Stane?”

He sounded like he was there for a social visit.

My heart sank.

The receptionist went up to him and smiled. “I’m sorry. The security cameras broke down last month, and we haven’t fixed them.”

The other employees started talking too.

“She was the one who hit him first.”

“She was also pestering Clark.”

“That’s not all. She even came here to cause trouble.”

Everyone was siding with Samantha. No one helped me.

Even after so many years, some things have not changed.

There would always be people helping those with power twist the truth.

The captain scowled. “Miss, please come with us for an investigation.”

I was in disbelief. “I’m the one who got injured! Why are you arresting her, not me?!”

The captain started getting annoyed. “Please cooperate with us, or we will use force.”

Just then, Clark whispered into my ear, “Yvonne, you’ve always been so arrogant. It’s time for you to learn a lesson.”

I looked into his aloof eyes and felt utterly disappointed.

Back in university, I had asked him why he studied law. He had said that he did it to uphold justice and make sure the world was a fair place.

Back then, I thought that he was amazing, but he only showed that he was going to keep trampling all over the law for Samantha.

He would even step on me.

The Clark I once loved felt like a dream.

I had woken up from my dream, and there was no trace of the Clark I loved left.

I was brought to the police station, and my phone was confiscated.

“Could you help me call my husband?” I asked.

But the police officers answered without even looking up, “Not now. You can do it tomorrow.”

I was pushed into the detention cell.

The women inside were talking to each other. When they saw me, they exchanged looks.

One of them was a woman with short hair. She suddenly snickered, “Hey, aren’t you the mistress who seduced another person’s fiance?”

Then, she picked up a basin of cold water and splashed it on my bed. “You’re sleeping there tonight.”

The others started laughing.

“You look like a witch. Are you telling me that you’re scared of the cold?”

“I can’t believe you’d slap someone else’s fiance.”

I finally realized that they have done this on purpose. Samantha must have told them beforehand.

None of them let me sleep that night.

The moment I closed my eyes, someone would kick my bed.

Some of them even threw trash on me.

At dawn, one of them threw cold water at my face.

I curled up on the cold, wet bed and trembled.

The scratches Samantha left on me hurt, and my arm stung.

But my head grew clearer.

Five years ago, they got my parents killed. They were trying to do the same thing to me.

The next morning, I was finally released.

I felt dizzy, as if I had been drained of all my strength.

A police officer returned my phone to me. “Mr. Stane is kind and won’t pursue this. You can leave now. Stop causing trouble in the future.”

I said nothing and just turned my phone on.

In the next second, I received countless notifications.

The farce yesterday had trended. The uploaded video was clearly edited maliciously. All that was left was me slapping Clark and Samantha crying.

The comments were all filled with insults toward me.

[She must be crazy.]

[I heard that she was a simp in the past.]

[I feel so bad for Samantha York.]

[Mistresses like these should just die.]

Some people had even doxxed me.

Some had even found my grandmother’s address.

My breathing froze.

I quickly found a video. It had been filmed at the entrance to a market.

My grandmother was surrounded by journalists and had countless cameras trained on her face, even though she was already almost eighty years old.

“Is your granddaughter a mistress?”

“Is she sick in the head?”

“I heard that she liked stealing other people’s boyfriends since her university days. Is that true?”

My grandmother stood completely lost in the crowd while hugging the corn and pork ribs she had just bought.

Before I came back yesterday, I had called her and said that I was going to visit her once I was done with my business. I had told her that I wanted to eat her stew.