"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" That's what I heard when I opened the door to my own house. My husband-Gavin kissing a 21-year-old girl deeply. Three hours ago, this man canceled our anniversary trip to take care of his sick mother. Now he's taking care of a different girl. So where's his mother—the one who's been dead for three months? **** Three hours earlier at the airport, Gavin's phone buzzed just as we were about to board to enjoy our wedding anniversary trip. "Babe, I'm so sorry. My mom's sick. I need to go back. Can't make this trip." I was disappointed. But his mom came first. I said okay. Gavin left. I tore up the ticket. Then I remembered—his mom died three months ago. Time to see what kind of "sick" a dead woman gets. I followed Gavin's car. All the way to our house. I didn't get out. I checked my phone instead. Tiffany,our housekeeper's daughter was blasting Instagram stories. [Best 21st birthday EVER. Thank you for spoiling me rotten. ❤️] The photo: White lace dress. Leaning into a man's chest. The man was my devoted husband. I cracked my knuckles. Got out. Walked to the door and opened it. Balloons everywhere. A dozen people crowding around two persons in the center. They were chanting,"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" Gavin grabbed Tiffany's waist and kissed her. The crowd went wild. When they finally broke apart, Gavin was still stroking her lips with his thumb. Then he looked up. And saw me standing in the front row. His eyes went wide. He shoved Tiffany back. I was faster. Slap. Slap. Two clean hits across his face. The room went silent. Tiffany spun around. Saw me. Screamed. Grabbed Gavin's arm and hid behind him. I smiled. "Didn't know you had a new mom, Gavin."
He stammered. Tried to explain. A girl with short hair shoved me hard. "Who the hell are you? You can't just barge into someone's house and hit people! Apologize to Tiffany's boyfriend. Now." The others joined in,"Yeah, assault is illegal. She should apologize. Or we call the cops." "I bet she has priors. Who knows what she'll do next?" "How did this psycho even get in here? Does she know who she just hit?" I looked at them. Smiled wider. Then turned to Gavin. "You think I shouldn't have slapped you?" Gavin licked his lips. Started to speak. Tiffany tugged his sleeve. Shook her head. I saw it all. Curious what game they'd play. Gavin glared at me. "Scarlett, what the hell is wrong with you? It's Tiffany's birthday. Whatever you want to say, say it later. Stop embarrassing yourself. Get out!" Protecting his mistress in front of her friends. How sweet. I laughed. Cold. "Get out? Are you two hiding something?" Tiffany started crying. "Scarlett, I know you've always had a crush on Gavin. I know it hurts to see us together. But love is mutual. Gavin loves me. We've been together for two years. He promised to marry me after I graduate. Please stop chasing him." Gavin's face twitched. He didn't expect her to say that. He glanced at me. I froze. We'd been married for two years and one month. They'd been together for two years. He cheated one month after our wedding. And hired Mrs. Higgins as our housekeeper just to move Tiffany in. Two years. I'd been played for two years. The short-haired girl spoke again. "Oh my God. You're the housekeeper who has a crush on Tiffany's boyfriend. Pathetic. Trying to steal him in public?" I laughed. Actually laughed. "Tiffany, still dreaming? What makes you think you're worth me working as your maid?"
Before I could say another word, someone threw a drink in my face. The short-haired girl held an empty glass. Smirking. "You're the one who needs to wake up!" "We all know who Tiffany is. Her mom runs a huge business. Her boyfriend owns a company. This whole villa is hers." "And you? Look at what you're wearing. Cheap knockoffs. No brand labels. You're only good for scrubbing floors." Cheap knockoffs? My clothes had no labels because they were custom couture. Hand-designed by masters. The other girls piled on, "Exactly. Apologize to Tiffany. Or you'll lose your job too." A guy spoke up. Sleazy tone: "Lady, you're way too old to be competing with Tiffany. If you're that desperate for a man, I can help. I've never tried someone in their thirties. One hundred dollars for the night?" Everyone laughed. I wiped the drink off my face. Stared at Gavin. "Gavin. I'm your wife. You're going to stand there and let them insult me for your mistress? Don't you dare regret this." Gavin's face was ice. "Tiffany's my girlfriend. You brought this on yourself." Vague. Cowardly. Tiffany stood taller. Seeing all her friends back her up, seeing Gavin on her side, she got bold. "Scarlett, I call you that because you're older. But don't forget your place. You can throw tantrums at home all you want. I don't care if you disrespect me today. But Gavin is a man. All these people are watching. He's a CEO. You slapped him in public. Did you think about his feelings?" She turned to Gavin. Voice soft. "Gavin, I may be young, but I know how to protect my man. I give you respect in public. Unlike... some people." Double meaning. Hitting his ego. His insecurity. I laughed coldly. "You're right. I forgot to slap you." I grabbed her hair. Slap. Slap. Two hard hits across her face. Tiffany screamed. Covered her cheek. Sobbing. "You hit me! I won't let you get away with this!" "Keep barking." I raised my hand again. Gavin grabbed my wrist. Shoved me hard. I stumbled backward into the champagne tower. Crashed to the floor. Glass shards buried in my palm. Gavin didn't even look at me. He pulled Tiffany into his arms. "Scarlett. Apologize to Tiffany. Now." I stared at my bleeding hand. Bit down on the pain. Pulled the glass out piece by piece. Two years of marriage. Like glass shards. Cutting into me. Tiffany smiled at me from his arms. Triumphant. My voice went cold. "Gavin. You threw a birthday party for your mistress in my house. You cheated on me and now you want me to apologize to her? Are you brain-dead? Or do you think I'm a pushover? Don't forget, I'm your legal wife. I gave you everything. I can take it all back. I can make you a broke nobody."
Gavin's eyes flickered. Tiffany jumped in first. "Scarlett, Gavin built his company with his own hard work and talent. He earned his wealth through his own ability. Don't act like you helped him." He couldn't even read a basic business project. Talent? When he started his company, I gave him $100,000 from my family. I got him million-dollar contracts from my dad's company. I didn't want to hurt his pride, so I secretly transferred top managers from my dad's firm to Gavin's startup. He thought he was a genius. Why else would industry elites join his tiny company? It was all me. Without me, he'd never have gone from a startup to a company about to go public in two years. The guests started whispering, "She said this is her house. That Tiffany's the mistress. Think it's true?" "Maybe. The guy's way older than Tiffany. I always said something was off." "But he's protecting her. Would a cheater be this bold?" "Let's just watch. We'll find out." The short-haired girl snapped, "Stop speculating! This is Tiffany's house. I've been here dozens of times. I've seen them sleep in the master bedroom. I've even met her mom. A real socialite." I understood now. They'd been rolling around in my bed. Disgusting. Tiffany flashed the diamond ring on her finger. "This is my house. Everyone here can confirm it. You're the one who should leave. Gavin, I don't want to see her. Make her go." Gavin nodded. "This is your house. Whatever makes you happy." The short-haired girl grabbed my hair. Dragged me toward the door. "Have some self-awareness, lady. You can't just steal someone's boyfriend. Pathetic." She yelled to the others, "Want to see what this homewrecker looks like naked? Let's strip her! For Tiffany!" My eyes went wide. I covered my chest. Some of the guys moved forward. Started pulling at my clothes. I fought back. Screamed at Gavin. Begged him to stop them. Gavin frowned. Started to raise his hand. Tiffany grabbed it. "Gavin, relax. My friends know what they're doing. They're just standing up for me. And this way, you'll have leverage over her later." Gavin nodded. Pinched her cheek. They both watched as my clothes were torn apart. "Let me go! This is illegal!" The short-haired girl slapped me. "We're doing you a favor. You like stealing men? We've got plenty of guys here. You should be grateful." Her words hung in the air. I felt hands all over me. I was losing hope. Then a voice came from the door. "How's my princess's birthday going? Mommy's gift just arrived."
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