He Asked Me To Be His Mistress So I Left Him For Good Chapter 04

He Asked Me To Be His Mistress So I Left Him For Good Chapter 04

“I’m sorry, Miss Morgan. I shouldn’t have thrown your gown on the ground.”

But Scarlett had no intention of letting me off that easily. “An apology should look like an apology. Otherwise, I’ll have to assume you don’t mean it.”

“How am I supposed to show that I mean it?”

“Tell everyone here that you want to be Elliot Ford’s other woman. Tell them you’re just as slutty as your mother. No, actually, tell them you’re even worse.”

“I don’t want to be the other woman. I’ve already broken up with Elliot.”

I even took off the ring I was supposed to wear at our wedding right in front of her.

“Take it back. We’re done.”

Elliot froze for a moment and did not reach out to take it. The ring fell to the floor.

“If I say you want to be his other woman, then you want to be his other woman.”

Scarlett grabbed me by the hair and dragged me into the hotel.

“Everyone, come look! Here’s a woman throwing herself at a taken man and begging to be his mistress.”

Someone asked, “Isn’t she Mr. Ford’s girlfriend?”

“We broke up,” Elliot said. “My girlfriend now is Scarlett Morgan, the new executive assistant at the company.”

“Oh, I see.” Everyone smiled in sudden understanding.

A woman stepped forward and said, “I knew a homewrecker’s daughter would grow up to inherit that same homewrecking streak. And to think you used to defend her, Mr. Ford.”

Scarlett chimed in, “Exactly. To get sympathy, she even slapped herself twice.”

“My Elliot is a decent man. He would never fall for that cheap homewrecker act of hers.”

As Scarlett said that, she leaned into Elliot’s arms.

I saw how unnatural Elliot’s expression looked, but he still echoed Scarlett and said, “You’re right, baby.”

I felt as if I had been stabbed again. Just as I was about to explain, someone splashed a glass of wine on me. “You’re an embarrassment to women. Are all the single men in the world dead? Is that why you have to steal someone else’s man?”

The wine was thrown almost directly into my open mouth. I choked so hard that I could not say a single word and broke into a violent coughing fit.

Then someone copied her and threw another glass straight into my face.

“Homewreckers should die.”

After that came countless more. Some were splashed across my chest, while others were poured over my head.

Someone even grabbed my jaw, forced my mouth open, and kept pouring alcohol down my throat.

They tortured me as if I really were the mistress, while Scarlett, the real other woman, hid in Elliot’s arms and laughed with delight.

Before I could even cry out that I was innocent, they knocked me to the floor. After drenching me in alcohol, they began punching and kicking me.

It had come. The thing I feared most had finally come.

My mother had gone through the same thing before she died. In the end, unable to endure the humiliation, she climbed to the roof of a hotel and jumped.

The reason I had broken up with Elliot so decisively was that I had been afraid this day would come.

But it still came, in the form of a frame-up.

The shadow Elliot had once scattered gathered around me again. Darkness swallowed me whole, and there was no sunlight left in my world.

The light that had once shone on me was now shining on someone else.

I saw Elliot smiling at Scarlett until tears came out of his eyes.

How happy he must have been.

Elliot, why were you the one who pulled me out of hell, only to be the one who threw me back in?

Suddenly, I broke free from the crowd like a madwoman. Following my mother’s path, I got into the elevator and went straight to the hotel roof.

Perhaps Elliot thought of my mother too, because when he chased after me, panic flashed across his face. He shouted, “Bianca, don’t…”

But I did not follow my mother by jumping down.

Instead, I went up, climbing step by step onto the rope ladder lowered from the helicopter.