The Wife Versus the Mistress

Brianna had to hand it to the mistress; she herself had once been in that position, but Emily was even better at playing the victim. With a single tearful look, her eyes brimming with tears, her face adorned with a sorrowful beauty, she was indeed breathtaking.

Any man would be moved by such a face. Even the two bodyguards standing nearby couldn't help but frown, thinking Brianna was being too harsh.

"Don't know where you got on my bad side? Are mistresses nowadays this shameless? Having an affair and still putting on an innocent face, who are you trying to fool?" Brianna, though rational to some extent, was incensed at the thought of the man she had fought so hard to win over being deceived by this mistress. How could she not be furious?

Thinking of this, Brianna raised her hand again, slapping Emily several more times. Emily's lips were bleeding, her face swollen and red from the force Brianna used.