Chapter 6

Before long, I noticed people around me were giving me strange looks and pointing fingers at me.

My stepmother suddenly burst into my office and slapped me hard. "Shameless wench! How dare you seduce my husband!"

The taste of blood filled my mouth. I held my face, still in shock, as she shoved a phone in my face. On the screen, Lester was crying, accusing me of being a wealthy man’s mistress, abandoning him, and forcing him to resign to keep the affair hidden.

In Lester's story, I was portrayed as a gold-digger.

To support his claims, he even posted intimate photos of me with my father.

"Who would have thought you'd learn to seduce people at such a young age? Truly despicable!" My stepmother looked at me with disdain.

"Not as despicable as you, cheating on your husband to support your toy boy!" I retorted while dialing my father's number.

A flash of panic crossed her eyes. "You did this on purpose? Shameless!"

I touched my still-stinging face. "You even call Lester ‘honey’ in public. Who knows how many times you've slept together?"

She sneered and boldly admitted it, continually insulting and mocking me, trying to force me to give up.

I just stared at the clock, silently calculating when my father would arrive.

Before long, my father suddenly burst in. Seeing the mark on my face, veins popped on his forehead, and his eyes burned with fury.

"Dad!"

"You are really something, calling him ‘dad’ now!" My stepmother sneered arrogantly at my father, questioning if he knew about the affair.

My father sneered back and slapped her, shielding me behind him. "How dare you sleep with Claire's boyfriend and keep a toy boy behind my back?"

Her face turned pale. "She’s your daughter?"

My father didn't respond and directly informed her they were going to get divorced tomorrow.

She jumped up in protest. "I was just testing Lester’s love for Claire's sake. I was helping her."

What a smooth talker. If my father hadn't heard it himself, he might have been deceived again.

Seeing that my father remained unmoved, she panicked and grabbed his sleeve but was pushed away.

Losing her balance, she fell heavily to the ground, blood spreading from her skirt.

Curled up on the floor, her face turned ashen. She looked at my father pleadingly. "Save our child... It hurts..."

My father's face became a palette of emotions. He frowned, deep in thought, but finally called for an ambulance.