Chapter 2: The Reckoning

The sting of Luna's slap resonated through me, a physical echo of the betrayal that had left my world in tatters. The other parents, once allies in the shared journey of raising our children, now stood as a mob, their fingers pointing, their words slicing through the air like daggers.

Scene 1: The Public Humiliation

"You look decent, so why stoop to being a mistress and having a child?" one woman sneered, her voice dripping with disgust. The crowd that had gathered seemed to feed on her venom, their voices joining in a chorus of condemnation.

"Mistresses are the shame of all women, and their kids are even worse!" a man shouted, spitting on the ground at my feet. The侮辱 and accusations attracted more bystanders, who started pointing at me, their phones outstretched like talismans, capturing my humiliation for the world to see.

I stood there, my daughter's hand clenched in mine, her small body trembling against my leg. I wanted to shield her from this, to wrap her in my arms and whisk her away to a place where innocence was still cherished, not trampled underfoot.

Scene 2: The Defiance

But I knew that running away was not an option. I had to stand my ground, to face this storm of hatred with the dignity and strength that had been forged in the fires of my own struggles. I took off my million-dollar coat, a gift from David, and tossed it into the trash. It was a symbol of the life I had built with him, a life that was now crumbling around me.

Turning to face Luna directly, I met her gaze without flinching. "First, you told your son to bully my daughter, and now you're hitting me in public. Who gave you the audacity to act so lawlessly?" I demanded, my voice cutting through the cacophony of insults.

Luna's reply was a cruel laugh, her eyes glinting with malice. "It's only right for a wife to slap a mistress. Besides, I'm the wife of the Martin Group's CEO. Beating you and your filthy daughter is nothing. I could even take your lives, and it wouldn't matter!"

The crowd roared their approval, their faces twisted with rage, their words a barrage of hate. Each insult was more vicious than the last, emboldening Luna to new heights of cruelty.

Scene 3: The Vandalism

Her gaze fell on my car, a Rolls-Royce that I had purchased with my own money, a reward for the countless hours I had poured into building my career. "You filthy woman, spending my husband's money like it's nothing! How dare you drive a Rolls-Royce? A cheap mistress like you doesn't deserve this car!" Luna screamed, her voice shrill with indignation.

With a fury that bordered on madness, she pulled out a key and began to scratch large letters across the car's surface. "Mistresses must die!" she screamed, each stroke of the key a violent punctuation mark.

I glanced at the glaring words and said coldly, "You'll soon realize how ironic those words are." Luna's rage was incited further by my calm response. She picked up a brick from the sidewalk and began to smash my car with all her strength, not sparing any part of it.

The other parents, energized by her actions, joined in the rampage, their faces alight with a sickening glee as they destroyed the car. The once pristine luxury car was quickly reduced to a heap of scrap metal.

Scene 4: The Destruction of Art

As the destruction continued, one of the women broke open the trunk and gasped, "Look! There's a bunch of expensive stuff hidden in here!" Luna approached, pulling out a painting that I had purchased at an auction, her face contorted with disgust. "A woman who makes her living selling herself is collecting art? Trying to act all cultured? It's an insult for trash like you to own something like this."

With a sneer, she tore the painting to shreds, the pieces fluttering to the ground like fallen leaves. The crowd watched in awe as she destroyed artwork worth millions, their admiration for her seemingly boundless.

Scene 5: The Call for Retribution

Watching these out-of-control lunatics, I calmly pulled out my phone, my fingers dialing the number of my legal team. "Why aren't you here yet? You need to be in front of me within five minutes!" I demanded, my voice steady despite the chaos around me.

Before I even got a response, one of the parents snatched my phone and smashed it to the ground. "Trying to call for help? Where do you get the nerve?" they jeered, their laughter ringing out over the destruction.

I stared at my shattered phone on the ground and said coldly, "I hope you'll still be laughing this hard in a few minutes." Then I turned to the teacher and asked, "You knew my daughter was being bullied at school, didn't you?"

The teacher glared at me with disdain. "So what if I did? A bastard daughter of a worthless mistress is nothing but trash. Mason was just taking out the trash. What's the issue?"