Chapter 2 The Mistress

I clenched my teeth and held my back as straight as I could. I was hissing through my teeth.

"You might be blind, Rochelle, but I'm still Matthew's wife! You're going to get fired for this!"

Rochelle Wood chuckled and huddled close enough to whisper into my ear. "Do you know why his mother took my side? Because I'm pregnant with her grandkid! Even if Mr. Grayson does show up, it's me against you. He's going to take my side, you barren bitch."

She scoffed. "You don't even hold a candle to me. I'd leave if I were you. Saves the humiliation and the spot for a more deserving woman."

My pupils turned into little dots, and I stared at the tiny baby bump on her belly. It was an eyesore. The man who promised me eternal love and gratitude had betrayed me a long time ago.

While I was paving his way to success with my money, connections, and resources, he kept a woman on the side and started a family with her!

They even had a baby!

"Why you…"

Before my rage could spill out of my mouth, Rochelle's smug smile turned into terror. She grabbed my arm and tumbled backward like she was hit with a freight train.

A bloodcurdling scream shattered the air of the hall. Rochelle crumpled down to the ground and held her belly tightly. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she put on the mask of a hurt pregnant woman.

"I was just trying to help, Mrs. Grayson! Why'd you push me?"

A furious voice exploded from the crowd. "What are you doing, Wendy?"

Matthew shoved the crowd aside and darted into the fray. He didn't even look at me. Instead, he went straight to Rochelle, looking every bit the worried lover as he helped her get back up.

"Are you alright, Rochelle?" he asked. "How's your… belly?"

At the same time, Sarah's heavily accented voice barged in. "My God, this is ridiculous!"

She darted in and raised her callused hand. Without even asking a single question, she put all her weight into it and slapped me across my face.

The impact made my head turn, and then burning pain throbbed in my cheek. My ears started to ring.

"You evil witch! The devil has taken you, hasn't he? You started a scene at my son's company, and now you pushed Rochelle!"

She jabbed a finger in my face and roared, "Get a divorce, Matthew! You can't keep this witch around! And make sure she takes nothing from you!"

My whole life, I'd never run into this kind of abuse. I thought, 'Guess there's going to be a big score to settle.'

I covered my cheek and turned around. My eyes scanned the furious Sarah, the fake bitch, and finally, Matthew. Slowly, I asked, "Are you sure you're going to make me leave with nothing, Matthew?"

He was holding the crying Rochelle. She was faking her weakness, while he froze for a fraction of a moment.

He quietly soothed Rochelle and hurried over to me. With a voice only he could hear, he whispered words of fake sweetness into my ears. "I’d never hurt you, Wendy, but you know my mom—stubborn as an old mule, and so impulsive. But she is my mother, at the end of the day. She was just letting her worry get the better of her. I’m truly sorry she struck you."

I was still indifferent.

It was a bullshit story. His mother slapped his wife for his secretary. That was way beyond being worried.