A Vengeful Ex-Wife

Chapter 193 It Must Be You

Daniela took out her phone and dialed Mr. Jin's number. She needed his help. He had always given her the means and resources to get out of any trouble.

Much to her surprise, however, her calls all went unanswered. She kept trying nonetheless, and ended up with twenty missed calls.

Days had already passed, yet the internet's vitriol against her had never dissipated. If nobody took her out of this predicament, her career just might be over.

She finally decided to go straight to Mr. Jin's company and demand to see him. He was the only one who could help her.

She arrived at the offices, and before she could find Mr. Jin, two women walked toward her. One of them was tall and quite robust in stature, and wore luxury brands on her body.

Daniela knew the woman—she was Mr. Jin's wife.

Instant guilt came over her and she made an effort to walk to the side so as to avoid running into them.

The truth was that Mrs. Jin was very much aware of her husband's affair with Daniela because someone had sent her photos of the two sleeping together inside a hotel room.

The other woman also knew who Daniela was, and when she spotted the latter, she gleefully tapped her companion's arm in anticipation of a good show. "Look over there! That's her. That's Daniela Song."

'Daniela Song?' Mrs. Jin had been planning to hunt the woman down. How fortunate that Daniela had voluntarily come within her range. The legal wife sneered with the full intent of teaching the mistress a hard lesson this very day.

Without any warning, she pounced on the young starlet, who happened to be wearing a golden dress. "Stop right there, Daniela Song!"

Daniela paled, then ducked her head and quickened her pace.

But there was no way Mrs. Jin was letting her go. She stepped into the middle of the hall and commanded the attention of all the employees present. "Security, go and catch that bitch!"

"Yes, Mrs. Jin!" Two burly men ran to the direction she pointed and pursued Daniela.

Then Mrs. Jin turned to her friend and said, "Call Paulette and the others over and let's deal with this woman together!" As fate would have it, some of her peers were shopping at the stores nearby. She had been about to join them. But now that her husband's mistress had decided to drop by, there was a change in her plans.

"Yes, of course! I'm calling them right now!"

Daniela was wearing high heels, so catching her didn't take much effort. "Let go of me!" she screamed in horror as they grabbed both of her arms.

Unfazed by her shrieks, the security guards dragged her back to the lobby of the company.

Mrs. Jin eyed Daniela's face with disdain. "Let's not do this here. Let's get out of the company. I want people to see just what kind of person she is!"

Then Daniela was taken to the square near the Jin Group; a crowd had gathered. They had their own personal business, of course, but after noticing the commotion, many of them stopped what they were doing and began to watch what was happening.

Mrs. Jin's friends had driven over and were all present. As the saying went, "Birds of a feather flock together."

They were all about the same size as her—all bulky and clearly capable of considerable physical strength. The shortest among them was almost six feet tall, while the tallest one measured way beyond that. One would infer, then, that none of these women probably weighed less than 80 kilograms.

Well, the thing was that they had all been members of the underworld in the past, only leaving the lives they had led after they had gotten married to their rich husbands.

The men threw Daniela to the ground, and the women immediately surrounded her, their expressions hostile. She cowered and stepped back until she couldn't step any further. "I'm warning you. My father is the CEO of Song Group. I dare you to-Ahh!"

"Screw you!" Mrs. Jin had slapped her soundly before she could even finish her words.

Daniela's lips were bleeding, a testament to the amount of force her face had been hit with.

Since Mrs. Jin had made her move, her friends proceeded to roll up their sleeves, ready for a brawl. "I'll kill you, little bitch! How dare you to hit on my friend's husband!"

"Agnes, tear her clothes! I'll take pictures."

"We've seen a lot of bitches like you. I'll teach you a lesson today and let you know the consequences of going for a married man!"

They all kept hitting and cursing her. Daniela held her clothes desperately and begged them for mercy.

But nothing got through to them. If anything, their fists came down even more swiftly.

It was still in the early cusp of autumn, so Daniela wasn't wearing much. She had on a long-sleeved dress, and not much else over that. The fabric of her clothes was expensive and delicate, and didn't

stand a chance when pulled apart by strong hands.

A good number of onlookers had closed in at the square, watching the scene unfold with rapt attention. When they heard that the ruckus was all about the legal wife beating the crap out of the mistress, nobody made a move to step in and interfere. On the contrary, most of them took out their phones and started recording.

Daniela's voice had gone hoarse from yelling and pleading, but the women didn't stop.

It didn't even take an hour before photos and clips of her getting beaten out on the streets were posted on the Internet. A few more minutes and she became the most trending topic on major news and social media platforms.

After all, this was the sort of salacious scandal that the audience wanted to see-a mistress being shown her place by the legal wife.

In her case, though, the fire was fueled further by her very own popularity. The rising star, Daniela Song; there was no mistaking her on the videos.

Moments passed, then the Internet was in a bigger uproar. This time, the posts were shots of her sleeping with some big shot personality in a hotel room.

The scandal burned hot for three whole days before it began to slowly die down.

Inside her hotel room, Maria watched the video where Daniela was beaten and humiliated in public.

She smirked to herself. 'Daniela Song. Don't think this is over just yet.'

Then she dialed a number. "Keep posting" was all she said to the line.

"Yes, Ms. Song."

Daniela's public disgrace had barely dwindled into murmurs when another bunch of scandalous photos emerged online. She was still in a hotel room, and was in an undeniably obscene situation, but now she was with a group of influential men. Not just one, but a number of different men. The private parts were blurred, but her face remained exposed on purpose. One needed only to glance at the pictures to know that it truly was Daniela in them.

Within the span of a single week, Daniela fell from her perch in the skies to the depths of hell. She was banned from the industry.

And as a consequence to her fall from grace, the Song Group's stock prices plummeted drastically.

Carolina was on the verge of exploding. The company was her life; she ate and slept in her office almost every day.

As these went down, Maria, on the other hand, was off thinking about another problem after having dealt with Daniela.

That was, she had been feeling like there was something wrong with her body lately. She had somehow been itchy down there, even after showering several times a day. She thought long and hard, but couldn't say for sure what was causing the problem.

So one night, she asked James, ''Tell me the truth. How many women have you slept with recently?"

She knew he was a neat freak, and was a frequent taker of showers himself, but she still had to ask.

James was taking off his clothes. Upon hearing that, his hands paused, and he turned to look at her in silence, his eyes brimming with pure displeasure.

Maria started to explain. "I think I have some inflammation down there. Who else could cause it besides you?" She had never experienced this before, and she couldn't help wondering if she might have been infected by something unclean from him.

James kept his silence, but his face darkened.

Maria couldn't say anything more either. 'What's with him? He did what he did, but he doesn't have the balls to admit it!'

"You're not allowed to touch me until I get examined at the hospital!" With that, she burrowed into the bed, turning her back to him and pulling the quilt over her head.

James stood by the bed for a moment, then he walked out of the room and left Fairview Villa without a single word.

Maria could only gape at his audacity. She might have not wanted to sleep with him, but he should have stayed regardless! Not to mention, she very well might be ill right then, how could he just leave like that?

He only ever came to her for sex, didn't he? Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

The thought made her furious. She just knew that her infection was all James' fault! She was still seething the next morning as she drove to the hospital and made an appointment at the gynecology department.

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