“You’ve got the nerve to come back. Aren’t you divorcing Mingli? Why come back?”
After she said that, she told the guard, “I don’t know her. Don’t let her in, ever.”
As the guard was registering, I slapped Qiu Yue across the face and grabbed her. I told the guard, “Call the police. I suspect she’s involved in illegal activities with my husband.”
The guard looked shocked.
I took out my marriage certificate.
If I hadn’t been carrying it around for the divorce, I wouldn’t have been able to prove anything.
Seeing this, the guard called the police.
Qiu Yue tried to leave, but I held onto her. “Don’t move!”
“You weren’t ashamed when you did all this with Ji Mingli. Are you ashamed now?”
More neighbors started gathering, and some old neighbors recognized me.
They came over, puzzled.
“Dr. Lin? Haven’t you divorced your husband? Is this woman the mistress? I saw her coming out of your house with Ji Mingli and thought you two were divorced, and he remarried.”
“Yeah! She even joined the neighborhood group, claiming to be Ji Mingli’s wife. We thought you two split.”
Hearing the neighbors, my anger grew.
If those two didn’t care about their reputation, then neither would I.
I told the neighbors, “On my wedding anniversary, she was pregnant and played a ‘temporary couple’ game with my husband, ending up in the hospital, where I found them.”
“Later, her fiancé found out and caused a scene, even at the police station. Her fiancé got arrested, and his parents took back their house, so she moved into mine.”
“I haven’t divorced Ji Mingli, and she’s taken over my home, costing me my children.”
With this, everyone became furious, and more people started hitting Qiu Yue.
I let go and watched as she was slapped repeatedly.
Everyone has their family troubles, and people naturally resent homewreckers, so they took the chance to act.
By the time the police arrived, Qiu Yue was already lying on the ground, bruised.
With no surveillance around and a crowd, it was hard to tell who hit her.
The police checked and found she wasn’t a resident, so they couldn’t do much.
After giving my statement at the station, I walked out and saw Ji Mingli.
He was wearing a wrinkled suit, rushing towards me.
I turned away, ignoring her plight, as she was slapped multiple times. Everyone has their own family troubles, and there’s a general disdain for those who break up families, so people joined in on the attack. By the time the police arrived, Samantha Hill was already covered in bruises, lying on the ground. There were no surveillance cameras in the area, and with the crowd gathered, it was impossible to identify who had hit her. After checking, the police discovered she wasn’t a resident, so they couldn’t pursue the matter further.
After finishing up at the police station, I stepped outside and saw Jason Lee rushing toward me, wearing a suit that looked like it had seen better days. “Are you okay? What happened at the police station? How is Samantha?”
I noticed the visible hickeys and scratches on his neck, a stark reminder of how he used to text me every night saying he missed me. My friends had told me that it’s rare for someone to truly change their ways, and since I’d known Jason for over a decade, it seemed a waste to let go. They encouraged me to forgive him. At the time, I was speechless. But seeing those marks now, knowing he professed to love and miss me while still involved with Samantha, I found it absurd.
Jason, in his high-collared shirt, looked uncomfortable under my gaze and tugged at it nervously.
