Washing Away the Injustice with Blood
Chapter 1
I got branded a homewrecker by the wife of one of my clients.
Then, a self-proclaimed “Husband Snatcher Busters” mob cornered me in my own apartment.
“What’s the matter? You got the nerve to sleep around, but you can’t own up to it?” one of them yelled.
“You think just because it’s not illegal to be a mistress means nobody can touch you?” another screamed.
They were shouting and smashing everything in sight.
Calmly, I watched the chaos unfold, thumbing a quick message to my secretary.
“Cancel the deal with Miller.”
“And make a detailed list. A few million in designer jewelry, at least ten million in Hermes bags, and a twenty-million-dollar antique porcelain piece. Let them smash away, as long as they can foot the bill.”
1
I had just pulled into my complex after work when I saw the crowd.
They were live-streaming in the parking lot, waving a banner that read, “Husband Snatcher Busters – Taking Down Cheaters!”
These people were shouting and mugging for the camera, announcing they were about to expose a shameless homewrecker living in the complex. The whole internet was going to get a good look at this lowlife, they claimed.
I rolled my eyes.
They were clearly just chasing clout.
People would do anything for views these days.
But, I had to admit, their over-the-top antics were attracting attention.
A crowd had already gathered, eager for some drama!
“Why are they doing this here? You think this mistress lives in our complex?” one of them asked.
“Hey, you don’t know the half of it, there are plenty of them here. It’s a public service if you ask me!”
“Who is it? Tell us so we can help them!” people shouted. The leader of the group was just smirking, adding to the suspense.
“She lives in Building C. You’ll find out soon enough!”
I was shocked. They were in my building!
Next to him, was a woman, weeping miserably.
I was even more surprised when I recognized her.
It was Sarah Miller, the wife of one of my clients.
We had met once or twice over dinner during negotiations.
I couldn’t believe that I was about to get a front row seat to her drama!
I shook my head. What a mess!
The woman was sobbing and ranting about the “other woman’s” evil deeds.
“That shameless vixen not only seduced my husband but even came to my house to threaten me and force me to get a divorce!”
“You have to help me!”
The crowd responded immediately, telling her not to worry, they would take care of it.
I couldn’t see the comments on the livestream, but I could tell it was getting lively.
Back in my apartment, I had just finished showering and reached for my phone to check our community’s online group when someone started banging on my door.
The second I opened it, someone kicked it open with so much force.
The next thing I knew, a mob had stormed inside.
“Here she is, folks! The shameless homewrecker herself!”
“Young and beautiful but rotten to the core. Breaking up families and seducing other women’s husbands!”
I was surrounded. Cellphone cameras shoved in my face, strangers yelling at me, calling me trash.
It took me a moment to process what was happening.
This was clearly a mistake.
Before I could say a word, someone slapped me hard across the face!
“What’s the matter? You got the nerve to sleep around, but you can’t own up to it? I hate people like you!”
“You think just because it’s not illegal to be a mistress means nobody can touch you?”
2
I was seeing stars.
The surrounding crowd began to snicker.
“Who knew someone so prim and proper on the outside could be so disgusting on the inside!”
“I know, right? She claims she bought this condo herself. Please, you’re barely past twenty. You can’t afford a multi-million dollar place.”
People started whispering, and even neighbors I had been friendly with were shaking their heads in disappointment.
I frowned, glaring at Sarah.
“Mrs. Miller, your husband is just a client of my firm. You’ve got the wrong girl. Please leave my house or I’m calling the cops.”
I thought they would back down as soon as they realized their mistake.
But Sarah just raised her hand to slap me again!
“Client, my foot. You mean you sleep with your clients?”
She had caught me off guard the first time, but there was no way I was letting her hit me again.
I grabbed her wrist and shoved her back.
“Mrs. Miller, I’m going to have my lawyer sue you for assault.”
Seeing Sarah stumble, the mob surged forward.
“Assault, she says. Go ahead and sue. We’re not scared of you!”
They were like a pack of wild dogs.
My neighbors were gossiping, too.
“I can’t believe I live in the same complex as you!”
“I know, right? No wonder she’s always dressed so fancy. She’s living off another woman’s husband!”
The neighbors were chattering, shouting insults, while the live-streamers kept their cameras pointed at my face.
[Folks, get a good look at this vixen. Remember her face!]
[She’s shameless, using money that should belong to Sarah to live the high life!]
The live stream exploded with comments, and the viewership was climbing rapidly.
The streamers were practically giddy, sensing a goldmine of drama.
Sarah glared at me and started throwing things.
“So, you’re using my money to live a fancy life? Not anymore! Smash it all!”
The sound of smashing and breaking filled the apartment.
Giving them one last warning, I told them, “Smash whatever you want. Just remember, you’re going to pay for it.”
Sarah whirled around, glaring at me, then grabbed my Patek Philippe watch, worth over a million dollars, and smashed it on the floor right in front of me!
“I’ll smash whatever I want!”
3
The watch shattered, but she wasn’t done. She stomped on it, cursing me.
“That looks like a Patek Philippe. I heard they cost over a million!” one of the neighbors whispered.
Sarah froze.
It was clear she hadn’t realized how expensive it was.
I was about to say something when one of the live-streamers jumped in.
“What are you worried about, Sarah? Everything here was bought with your husband’s money. You can get it all back in the divorce!”
“You’re not breaking the law if you’re smashing your own stuff!”
Sarah’s eyes lit up.
“What if it’s a Patek Philippe?” she asked.
“It’s still my money! You think you can just take it?”
Trying to stay calm, I said, “Do you have proof your husband bought any of this?”
“Proof? Don’t worry, I’ll post all the proof online for everyone to see!”
“Smash it all!”
The crowd went wild. The “Husband Snatcher Busters” grabbed their phones, eager to record the destruction.
They were unstoppable. I reached for my phone to call the police.
Before I could even dial, someone knocked it out of my hand.
[Folks, this vixen actually wants to call the police! What a joke!]
[She didn’t think about this when she was seducing another woman’s husband?]
Everyone was looking at me, disgusted, belittling me.
I glared at them.
“Do you even realize what you’re doing?”
But they didn’t care. They were too busy breaking things for the views.
[Give me a like, folks! Watch me smash this vixen’s makeup!]
[Wow, she uses expensive makeup. No doubt she’s seducing plenty of men!]
Smash!
The sound of shattering glass filled the room as my expensive cosmetics turned to dust.
[Today, I’m going to make her watch as the things she stole get destroyed.]
[I want to show this mistress what happens when you mess with another woman’s husband.]
Someone picked up my vase, yelling.
[Look at this! A porcelain vase! What is a mistress doing pretending to be a cultured collector? Should we smash it?]
[Okay, folks, you heard ’em! The “Husband Snatcher Busters” have to avenge Sarah! Smash it!]
“Don’t touch the Song dynasty porcelain!” I shouted, trying to stop them.
Smash!
Before I could finish my sentence, my twenty-million-dollar vase was shattered.
In moments, my living room was a disaster. Nothing was left intact.
They wouldn’t let me call the police, but I knew the livestream would be recorded. It would all be evidence!
“So much for acting all high and mighty. We’ll smash whatever we want, right in front of you!”
Sarah was gloating.
I spoke with anger.
“You can smash it now, but I hope you can afford to pay for it later!”
“Don’t come crawling back to me begging for mercy!”
Just then, someone ran into my bedroom and came out with my jewelry box.
My blood ran cold.
It wasn’t the monetary value that mattered. It was the items my mother had left me.
4
“Put that down!”
The woman grinned, opening the box.
“Looks like this is important to you, huh?”
Sarah rushed over, grabbed the contents, and threw everything on the floor.
My mother’s bracelet shattered into pieces.
Tears streamed down my face.
It was the only thing I had left of my mother. Whenever I missed her, I would hold it.
Holding the bracelet made me feel like she was by my side.
I had cherished it for years, and now it was gone, destroyed in this senseless attack.
[Look at this! She’s crying!]
[What did she expect? She deserves it!]
[Just because the law can’t punish you doesn’t mean you’re untouchable!]
I clenched my fists, I would make them pay.
They were like victors.
I held back my anger and spoke to Sarah: “Happy now?”
“Yeah, mistress. Consider this a warning. You better not let us catch you again.”
One of the streamers pointed a camera in my face.
[Folks, remember her face. Let us know if you see her seducing another man!]
[Like we said, if the law won’t deal with you, the “Husband Snatcher Busters” will.]
The comments were flying, everyone was insulting me.
They were profiting off this spectacle.
They were leaving, but right when they reached the front door, the police arrived.
“Who called the police? Someone made a call but didn’t say anything.”
I spoke up. “That was me.”
“Officers, this group of people barged into my home, assaulted me, and trashed my apartment!”
