Chapter 15 The slap echoed through the courtyard. My cheek stung, but the parents‘ jeers hurt worse. “Playing innocent now? Maybe think twice before stealing someone’s husband.” “Bet she’s got a whole list of rich married men on speed dial.” “Women like her are the worst. And that poor kid’s going to grow up just like mommy.” More parents gathered around, phones out, filming everything. Some even spat in my direction. I took off my Burberry coat – worth more than their monthly mortgages – and dropped it in a nearby trash can. This wasn’t purchased with the money Alex gave me, but with the money I earned by myself before getting married. Nobody knew that I had been quite wealthy even before I married Alex. Then I turned to Cathy. “First you get your kid to attack my daughter. Now you’re hitting me in public. Where do you get the nerve?” Cathy tossed her hair. “What? Are you counting on Alex to stand up for you?” She grinned and said, “Alex doesn’t love you at all. You’re just using the child to threaten him to be with you. I can do much worse things for you and your child, and no one will dare to say a word.” Cathy had always been like this. She was as docile as a lamb in front of Alex but showed her wolf–like fangs in front of me. The crowd ate it up. “If you hadn’t chased after her husband, none of this would’ve happened.” “You’re just a lovewrecker. Keep your head down and be grateful that’s all you got.” “Yeah, drop the victim act. We see right through you.” Their words just made Cathy bolder. She glared at my car. “Look at you, spending Alex’s money! A Rolls–Royce? You’re nothing but a gold–digger.” noveldramaHer voice turned ugly. “I hate women like you. You all deserve to die!” She pulled out her keys and scratched three words across my car: “LOVE WRECKERS DIE” I stared at the jagged letters. “You’ll regret those words soon enough.” That set her off. “You spend Alex’s money and acting all high and mighty?” She grabbed a brick from the garden. “Time to pay it all back!” She smashed every inch of my car. Windows. Lights. Hood. Nothing escaped her rage. The other parents joined in, grabbing whatever they could find. My hundred–thousand–dollar car turned to scrap metal in minutes. After breaking the windows, they tore up the leather seats. Then someone popped into the trunk.