Chapter 2

I quickly dodged, my palms sweating.

“Who are you?! If you lay a hand on me, I’m calling the police immediately!”

The sleazy man sneered, his face contorted into a grimace.

“Stop pretending to be innocent. Doesn’t everyone in the complex know you’re a slut trying to hook up with every man? Don’t worry, I’ll satisfy you today!”

It clicked then—this was Mrs. Jenkins’ creepy husband!

In that moment of shock, he lunged at me again.

I kicked him where it hurt, and while he was reeling from the pain, I desperately tried to make a break for the elevator.

But the next second, my hair was yanked violently!

Mrs. Jenkins, a massive woman, shouted in a coarse, booming voice,

“You tramp! So what that woman at the door said was true! You really do love hitting on other people’s husbands!”

Terrified, I quickly explained,

“Your husband ran over here himself! I’m calling the police!”

But the big man behind me immediately protested,

“Honey, don’t believe her! She called me here! I just came to teach her a lesson!”

Mrs. Jenkins believed him without question.

“You think I don’t know what my husband is like? It’s you, you tramp! The flyers spelled it out—your trashy reputation is all over this complex!”

They wouldn’t give me a chance to explain, dragging me downstairs.

I saw the entire elevator plastered with small flyers, all featuring AI-generated nude photos of me!

I was on the verge of tears.

I guessed that the delivery guy and his wife were waiting by the building entrance, and that today’s flyer incident was definitely their doing!

I still had an hour and a half before work.

I couldn’t imagine how many people had already passed by.

Brenda Peterson, Mark’s wife, stood by the building entrance, waving a huge banner.

“Chloe Blake, slut! Hitting on other people’s husbands! Deserves to die!”

She loudly spread rumors,

“There’s a whore living in your complex! Everyone needs to be careful, so your husbands don’t get snatched away by her!”

Bald Mark, standing beside her, puffed up his chest and added,

“My wife’s not wrong! That tramp even sent *me* flirtatious texts!”

“But a guy my age has seen it all. Why would I even look at her?”

The couple worked together, getting more and more worked up.

Mrs. Jenkins shoved me, making me stumble to the building entrance, and said viciously,

“They’re right, this tramp really does go around hitting on men. If my husband hadn’t controlled himself today, she might have actually seduced him!”

A ripple of shock and chatter went through the crowd.

Brenda Peterson glared at me fiercely, then spat on the ground.

“Here comes the little slut! Let’s see how I deal with her!”