Chapter 3

Brenda Peterson stood with her hands on her hips, pointing and cursing at me.

“You’re still alive?! How dare you hang up on me last night, you have the guts to do it but not to admit it, huh?!”

“I’m telling you, I’m here today to make you, you little slut, grovel on your knees and apologize to my husband and me in front of everyone!”

I was about to speak.

The neighbors in the surrounding crowd started gossiping about me.

“I can’t believe Chloe Blake, who seems so innocent, would actually try to hook up with someone else’s boyfriend.”

“You can’t just look at her face. She probably has no money and is looking for a sugar daddy, probably.”

“Oh god, now that you mention it, who knows what kind of diseases she might have. We should definitely keep our distance.”

“You guys don’t know, but that seductive, slutty face in those videos accessible by scanning the QR code on the flyers—that’s her!”

My knuckles went white, clenched at my sides.

I stated, word by word,

“I did not hit on this bald man! This was a message I sent for a delivery, you can see for yourselves if you don’t believe me!”

“And those videos from the QR code weren’t me! They were AI-generated!”

I scrolled to my message page with Mark Peterson, just about to raise my phone.

Brenda Peterson quickly snatched it away.

“What are you looking at?! You’re just trying to hide something by deleting messages!”

“You want to see messages, huh? Come on, I saved them all!”

With that, she opened her own phone and showed everyone the fake flirtatious texts she’d set up herself, using my profile picture.

The crowd erupted in a clamor.

Because she had used *my* profile picture to fake the conversation!

“It wasn’t me! She’s slandering me!”

I roared.

But the next second, Brenda Peterson slapped me hard across the face.

“If you didn’t do it, why would others say you did? Why would I slander *you* and not someone else?!”

“It’s because you’re a tramp, always hitting on other people’s husbands! Today, I’m going to teach you a lesson on behalf of all women!”

She grabbed my hair. I fought back quickly.

But the next second, Mark kicked me in the kneecap.

The surrounding crowd cheered.

“Serves her right! That’s what she gets for hitting on someone else’s husband! The slut deserves to die!”

“Support this woman! I heard she beat her husband last night, and now she’s here to deal with this tramp!”

“Honestly, I even want to go up there and kick this shameless bitch myself!”