Chapter 4

I chuckled and said, "Fine." I opened the door to the bedroom and got ready for bed. Unexpectedly, the bedsheets were crumpled, and it looked as though someone had been under the covers. There was lingerie under the pillow. Disgust overcame me. Had Letitia slept on my bed already? I took the documents I needed. Without sparing them a glance, I slammed the door and left. It would be better to stay in a hotel tonight. My room had been sullied. I'd hire cleaners to give it a deep clean tomorrow and throw the stuff she touched out! After the events of the day, I was exhausted. I got into bed after washing up. However, my phone pinged. Someone whom I didn't know was sending me a message request. I approved it. They sent a barrage of photos showing Letitia and James. Clearly, the two of them were in my bed, all wrapped up in each other. They left a caption, "If you're wise, you'd know to back off in the face of such a challenge." I replied, "If you enjoy collecting trash, I won't get in the way of your hobby." Then, I turned my phone off and went to sleep. When I woke up, the sun was streaming through the windows. After breakfast, I headed back home to pack up. However, I was stunned into silence when I opened the door. The house was filled with balloons and ribbons. Posters of James and Letitia were plastered all over the walls. There were countless people crammed into the space, but I knew none of them. They stepped on my couch, raided my fridge, and even went as far as drinking from my cup. The books on my shelves were now littered all over the floor from their careless perusal. In addition, the antiques Mom and Dad had gifted to me had been carelessly passed around. Some lay in pieces on the floor. Doing my best to suppress my anger, I turned the music off. Everyone turned to glare at me. I asked sternly, "Who are you, and why are you in my house?" They turned to each other and shot back doubtfully, "What do you mean your house? Isn't this Letitia's place? We're here to attend the wedding. Who are you?" Rage consumed me. I nearly couldn't speak because of how livid I was. "The wedding? James and Letitia are getting married here?" Suddenly, someone pointed out, "I recognize her. Aren't you James' mistress?" Before I could explain myself, someone poured a cup of coffee over me. "How shameless. How did you even find us? Are you here to interrupt their wedding?" More people came up and began beating me up. I fought back with everything I had, but their combined force quickly pummeled me into the ground. Emboldened by each other, their actions got even rougher as time went on. Some punched me while others began pulling at my clothes. There were even people pointing their phones toward me, live streaming the entire ordeal so everyone could see what a "mistress" looked like. I tried covering my face, but they dragged my hands away. Pinning my limbs down, they tied a pair of shoes around my neck as a method of humiliation while spitting on me. I cried, but this did nothing to stop them. My abuse was a party favor for them. Finally, someone shouted, "The groom's back with his wife." They stopped and swarmed toward the door instead. I scrambled to my feet, only to see James clad in a suit and Letitia in her wedding dress. James froze for a moment before rushing over and saying softly, "I thought you left. The wedding isn't real. It's all an act for Jonas' benefit."