Chapter 3: His Mistress Is My…

"And what do you mean by that?"

Pierre paused briefly before gathering his courage to finally say what was on his mind the whole time, "Honestly, a woman like you is not suitable to be a wife. Stubborn, bossy, workaholic, and disobedient. Someone like you is meant to be an old rotten pussy, and then die as a bitter old woman. This is what happens when you don't respect your man, Eve." 

Eve's hands were shaking at this point. Her lips trembled as she was on the verge of tears. 

She did not cry easily, nor did she get sad when someone called her names. She grew up being bullied or ignored by people, so she grew up numb and tough.

But she still had a sensitive topic that became her weak spot, and unfortunately, Pierre knew and used it on her. 

She couldn't handle it when someone called her unfit for marriage, and better to die as an old bitter woman. 

Pushing down her vulnerability, she still cleared her throat and said, "You went over the line, Pierre. Fine, if you want us to break up, then so be it, but you need to return those documents or—"

"—or what? Will you report me for stealing these documents?" Pierre was actually terrified by the idea that he'd have to go to court over this. But then, he remembered the word coming from his new girlfriend, and also his father who encouraged him to be more independent. So he continued, "You can do that, but I'm sure my dad's lawyer will help me. You might think of me as a loser, but I still have a powerful family who will back me up, unlike you."

"PIERRE!"

"Besides, if you dare to sue me, I will release all these documents to the public, and you will face a million-dollar lawsuit from all the companies you're working with. Do you think you have the money and energy to battle them all?"

"Why are you doing this, Pierre? If you just want to annul the engagement, then you can get it. You don't need to torture me like this!" 

"D-don't get me wrong, Eve. I still want you to be my wife. You are pretty, but a man needs more than a pretty face," Pierre stated. "So I need to teach you a lesson. You need to know your place as a woman, and once you're ready to be a housewife by resigning from your job, I will take you back and marry you. T-the agency will be under my rule after we get married, and nothing bad will happen to you."

"Eat shit and die. As if I'd ever do that," Eve replied in a cold, harsh tone. 

"T-then, If you don't want to give it up, don't blame me for punishing you even more! I will use my father's connection and slowly use all of your plans for my new advertising agency instead. I'll tell them that you've transferred all the projects to my new agency, and you cannot do anything about it!" Pierre threatened while raising his voice. It was the first time in years into their relationship that he could freely yell at Eve, as this woman was usually very dominant. 

"YOU SCUM—!"

"Honey, how long will you keep talking to her? I'm getting bored."

Eve paused the moment she heard the voice of a woman on the call. 

"Pierre, who is that?"

"Ah–uhm–i-it's–J-Julia–" Pierre was stuttering as he didn't know what to say in this situation, but the woman next to him snatched the phone and replied;

"How come you don't remember the voice of your own mom?"

"MOM!?" 

"It's been a while since we talked, right, Evelyn?" Julia giggled. "Ah, I've forgotten my dearest daughter's face since I haven't seen her for a long time. I miss you a lot."

Eve's entire body started shaking as her heart sank to the deepest pit of hell. The moment she heard her mother–Julia Carpenter's voice–all of the childhood traumas that she shoved at the back of her heart exploded like a broken dam. 

Eve tried her best to control her emotions, so she didn't just break down in tears after listening to her wretched mother's voice. 

"What are you doing with my fiance, Julia?" 

"Julia? Not mom anymore?" 

"You're not my mom. Not after what you've done to me before I left."

"You didn't leave. You ran away," Julia rolled her eyes. "Anyway, why don't you answer her question, honey? What are we doing here, hm?"

Julia handed the phone back to Pierre who was sweating bullets right now. The phone almost fell due to his sweaty palms. 

"W-we–J-Julia and I–"

"He's cheating on you with me," Julia interrupted while rolling her eyes. "Your man told me that you haven't done your wifely duty for so long. So, he decided to sleep with the better woman between us–and that woman is me."

"I-it's all your fault, Eve. If only you became a good woman for me, I-I would have proposed to you long ago! I'm dating your mother because she understands me!" Pierre snapped as he felt he had to defend his action. "S-she never talks back to me. Never yell at me if I'm not doing something. Never comment whenever I feel like spending money on my hobbies! She cooks for me every day, and makes my bed too! She's much better than you!

"And I have a better pussy, obviously~," Julia added in a playful tone. "This is what you get for not taking care of your man, Eve. A beautiful woman like me could just replace you so easily~."

Eve had been silent the whole time. She took a deep breath and asked coldly, "Were you the one who told him to steal all my confidential documents?"

"Hm~ not really. I don't have that kind of plan to ruin you. But I told him he needs to teach you a lesson. So the plan comes from his very smart brain," Julia replied.

"Y-yeah! It's all my idea!" Pierre claimed proudly. 

"You two will pay for this. I swear."

"Oh~ so scary," Julia chuckled. "Whatever, Eve. I just want to have your man, the rest is not my problem. Bye~ We're going to have fun now!"

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