Getting Back At The Side-Chicken

Diane's roar was so loud that it got the shameless couple finally moving.

Immediately, Phillip pulled out of Isabelle and quickly turned his back to Diane like she was the outsider that shouldn't know what his wandering dick looked like.

"Um… Umm… Diane, this is not what you think," he stammered as he scrambled to zip his trousers and secure his brown leather belt. Meanwhile, Isabelle casually jumped down from the table and pulled down her skirt, a smirk spread across her face.

The earlier shock she had on her face when Diane walked in on them had been completely washed away as she now seemed to be enjoying the process and the reaction of being caught with another woman's husband.

Diane's blood boiled. She wanted nothing more than to stuff that smirk on Isabelle's face into the handbag she was currently sliding her torn panties into.

To think that her husband would betray her for that short woman. Diane was a thousand times better than her; what did he even see in Isabelle? She had never thought that this secretary would one day grow wings overnight, gaining the courage to sleep with someone else's husband and not feel any remorse about it.

Now, Diane was beginning to wonder how long this affair had been going on as she did not think that a day affair would give a mere worthless office secretary whose shame and rudeness knew no boundaries the guts to humiliate her.

On the other hand, Isabelle was still unfazed by Diane's presence and even went ahead to pat Phillip's chest. "Come to my place as soon as you finish sorting out your family's problem. I don't like that this interruption caused us not to finish." She even leaned closer to Philip's ear, whispering in a voice loud enough for Diane to hear. "I still want you to fuck my brains out and cum inside of me."

As she spoke, she made sure to fix her gaze on Diane the entire time, goading her as though she wasn't the mistress who was supposed to cower before the legal wife.

Then turning her body to Diane, the smile on her face disappeared as she finished off, "Unlike some people who don't even know what it feels like to enjoy a man's touch."

Diane felt a painful stab in her chest as she quickly placed her palm there. She looked so hurt as she glanced at her husband who didn't dare to meet her gaze.

"You spoke to outsiders about our marriage problem?" she managed to ask through trembling lips.

The issue of not being able to have sex with her husband since they got married has been a sore topic for Diane, and that was the reason she had been making so much effort from her side even though her husband wasn't being supportive as he was expected to be.

Even their family members did not know this, so how could he tell an outsider—his mistress—for that matter? He even said nothing as Isabelle used it to rub salt into his wife's wounds, shaming Diane just like that after they were caught in their adulterous escapade.

Even if Diane had been a strong woman all her life and had been trained to absorb a lot of shock, no training prepared her for this. She was almost on the verge of breaking down, but she refused to let it show in front of that shameless woman.

Isabelle clicked her tongue and was about to walk past Diane when the latter grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

"You have been deliberating cheating with my husband without caring about my feelings?" Diane interrogated with an unbelievable expression on her face. She still couldn't wrap her head around why her husband had cheated with Isabelle out of everyone—this woman would never be on par with her!

Did this shameless mistress have no fear of being taught a lesson when caught with her husband? Did she not know who Diane was?

Isabelle scoffed and rolled her eyes as she retorted, "Do I look like I care about your feelings? Anyway, I am not in a good mood to have any kind of conversation with you. As you can see, I am sexually unsatisfied because you barged..."

The shameless side-chicken did not get to finish speaking before a tight slap she did not ever see coming landed on her left cheek. The resounding slap echoed through the otherwise silent office.

"Bitch!" As soon as Diane delivered that slap, she pushed Isabelle to the floor and started hitting her without mercy.

Diane's mind had been blown away by the level of disrespect and audacity. If she hadn't been so stunned earlier, she would have already mauled Isabelle right then and there.

Although Diane wasn't one to stoop so low as to fight a mistress in a public space, she concluded that Isabelle deserved a good beating that would correct her brain, just in case Isabelle thought she could speak to her however she liked just because her irresponsible husband was banging her behind her back. 

On the other side, Phillip's good-looking face was twisted in shock. He did not expect his wife to cause a scene like this since she was usually so graceful in every situation. Thus, it took him a while to react.

He was so scared that everyone on that floor would find out what was going on from his mistress's screams, so he quickly dragged Diane away before she could succeed in breaking Isabelle's nose.

"Stop it before you break her nose! You are a doctor!" he said to the struggling woman in his arms as a reminder of the possibility of her getting sued for deliberate harm. In actual sense, he just wanted to save himself; he didn't care whether Diane went to jail or not!

Upon realizing that he was holding her with that tainted body of his, Diane did not think twice before elbowing his jaw just to set herself free.

"How dare you touch me? Have you lost your mind?!" she screamed at his face without caring that he was holding his jaw, his entire face twisted in pain after letting out a yelp.

Diane completely abandoned Isabelle, who quickly escaped in tears the moment she found the opportunity, to face her shameless cheap-skate husband who didn't have any dignity left of him.

She glared at him. Then, without waiting for him to utter a word of lame explanations, she said to him, "You've not only disrespected me by airing our dirty laundry outside but also by shamelessly cheating on me! You will pay for what you did to me, just wait!"

Having delivered her short speech, Diane walked away, leaving Phillip with his words clogged in his throat.

Watching his wife leave, the hand that was holding his jaw fell to his side. His eyes glowered after her, his expression quickly darkening. 

"Not when I make you pay first," he said in a tone only he could hear.