The Fatal Mistress

Chapter 1

It all started because I was texting my wife some flirty stuff.

Next thing I know, her “boyfriend” decided I was the other man.

He showed up at my house with a crew calling themselves the “Man-Code Enforcers.”

“What’s the matter, tough guy? Got something to say now?”

“You thought you could just waltz in here and steal a woman?”

“Men need to have some morals, too. We’re here to clean up the scum!”

They were shouting and smashing everything.

I kept it cool and texted the legal team at my company.

“Draw up the divorce papers based on the prenup. Make sure Ashley gets nothing.”

“And get itemized lists for all the stuff they broke. We’re talking millions in designer goods and priceless antiques.”

“Spending my money on some boy toy? She’s got another thing coming!”

I’d just finished a video conference with the company board when I saw some live streamer outside.

They were holding up a banner that read “Man-Code Enforcers: Justice for Jilted Lovers.”

These guys were really into it, yelling into their mics and talking to their viewers.

“Hey, what’s up, everybody? Like and subscribe, ’cause we’re about to bust up some home-wrecking dirtbag. It’s gonna be wild!”

They were getting close to the entrance to my gated community.

I blinked. That was where I lived.

The comments were going nuts.

“No way, this dude lives in the same neighborhood? Gross.”

“The fancier the place, the more cheating goes on.”

“I hate a guy who steals another man’s woman. They should be ashamed of themselves. Get ’em, guys!”

The streamer was getting more hyped as the views climbed.

He kept begging people to like and subscribe.

He said they’d speed things up when they hit ten thousand follows.

I usually skip this kind of stuff, but then I saw someone I recognized.

Ashley’s new assistant, Chad.

When Ashley and I got married, she wanted to make her own way, not just live off me.

I funded her businesses, like a boutique, a spa, and a yoga studio.

They all went under.

She’s never given up, though. So I gave her a small subsidiary to manage.

Basically, just something to keep her busy.

She always shows me the resumes of any guys she hires.

That’s why I remembered Chad.

He was on camera, tears in his eyes, telling the viewers:

“My girl and I were so happy, but this sleazy jerk keeps harassing her with gross texts and threatening me.

He even said he’d get her pregnant to ruin our lives.

What kind of lowlife does that?”

Chad sounded so sincere that the viewers were all fired up.

They were promising to take down this evil guy.

Small world, right? Seeing your own employee in a livestream.

I shut off the livestream and called Ashley.

“Honey, is Chad at work today?”

“He took the day off. Why?”

“He seems to be having some issues. See if he needs help when you talk to him later. He’s our employee.”

I hung up and the doorbell rang.

I opened the door and someone shoved me aside.

The mob barged into my house.

“Everybody, look! Here’s the guy we’re here to deal with.”

“Living in a fancy place like this? He must be mooching off some rich woman.”

I barely kept my footing before a bunch of phones were shoved in my face.

Loud insults were flying all around.

I looked up and realized they were the “Man-Code Enforcers.”

Why were they at my place?

I started to explain, “You’ve got the wrong guy…”

Then Chad punched me in the face.

“You scumbag! How dare you live the high life on my girlfriend’s money?”

The crowd started yelling:

“You’re a grown man! Why are you a homewrecker? Deserve it!”

“Yeah! You were probably paid to be here. What a loser.”

Neighbors had gathered to watch the show, pointing, jeering, and making fun of me.

Someone even spit on me.

I threw my jacket into the trash, looked at Chad, and said:

“Chad, right? You’ve got the wrong guy. I have a wife. Get out of my house.”

I figured he would leave.

I was wrong.

He yelled, “What’s the matter, tough guy? Got something to say now?”

Then he pulled out his phone, showed me pictures of messages.

“Here’s the proof! See? This is you talking to my woman!”

The messages were from Ashley. My wife.

She had me saved in her phone as “Micro Dick.”

The messages were all our flirty texts.

Now I got it.

Chad’s “girlfriend” was Ashley.

And he thought I was the other man!

Ashley has been so calm and nice when she spends my money.

I thought she loved me.

But no, she had been sneaking around with this idiot!

And she had called me Micro Dick!

“Chad, you should ask Ashley if I’m her husband.”

“She is nice. She wouldn’t lie! You’re a bum!”

Chad was shaking. “I’m a bum! You’ve been bugging her!”

The streamers were laughing. “You look like you get money from girls.”

Chad pulled out some spray paint and wrote on the walls in huge letters.

“All Cheaters Must Die!”

I said, “You’ll see soon that that is a joke.”

“You stole my girl!”

Chad got in my face again.

I pushed his hand away. “Get out before I call the police.”

“Joke, you’re a side man! The girlfriend is mine.”

“You can’t even afford this! You’ll need to give back what you ate!”

Chad started throwing things around.

The streamers loved it.

“We’ve never seen someone like him!”

“He’s a cheater!”

“We need to take care of him now!”

The streamers were happy, so the streamer were.

They picked things up and threw them around.

“I’ll see you guys soon. You can’t afford what you’re doing now.”

Chad picked up my most valuable vase, and smashed it.

He said, “What are you going to do about it?”