When I returned to the office after maternity leave, the new HR manager, a woman named Vanessa, had given me the codename "Sweet Sixteen." “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, my brow furrowed. She just chuckled, a patronizing sound that grated on my nerves. “Oh, it’s just the sixteenth woman who’s tried to climb into my husband’s bed, darling.” I froze, then felt a surge of indignation. “Are you out of your mind? I don’t even know your husband! What kind of malicious rumors are you spreading? If you want to play the doting wife, go home and do it, don’t poison the office with your nonsense!” Her eyes flashed with anger. “Don’t play coy! My husband is the CEO of this company. Calling you ‘Sweet Sixteen’ is me being generous!” I glanced at the CEO’s nameplate hanging on the wall. Hold on. In the time it took me to have a baby, my father had invested in my husband’s startup. Since when did the CEO change? … I immediately pulled out my phone, ready to call my husband. But Vanessa quickly stepped in front of me, her hand reaching out. “What do you think you’re doing? You delusional fangirl, are you seriously trying to make a move on him right in front of me?!” I frowned, trying to explain. “Are you crazy? I have a husband. Why would I be a ‘fangirl’ of yours? Let me make this clear: my husband’s name is Arthur Finch. He has his own company, and before I gave birth, the office was right here. I just came back after my maternity leave to help with the year-end bonuses and found the CEO’s nameplate changed to ‘Marcus Galecki.’ I need to call my husband and find out what’s going on. Do you understand?” The moment I finished speaking, Vanessa slapped me across the face. I was stunned. Instinctively, I tried to retaliate, but she clamped down hard on my wrist. “How dare you hit me!” I yelled, my voice trembling with rage. She simply sneered. “What kind of attitude is that when you’re talking to me?! Don’t bother making up some ridiculous story; you’re not fooling anyone! You show up on your first day wearing those fishnet stockings, and those… assets of yours are practically bursting out. It’s obvious you researched my husband’s preferences and came here to seduce him. I started suspecting you downstairs, and now you have the nerve to claim this is your husband’s company! You say it’s your husband’s company? See if anyone here even recognizes you!” Vanessa promptly called over all the employees. It was then that I noticed every single face in the office was unfamiliar! Could I really have come to the wrong company? But the company name and main business hadn’t changed, not even the lucky bamboo plant I’d bought, it was still in its original spot. And the company’s performance had been steadily climbing; there was no way it would have been sold off. I absolutely hadn’t come to the wrong place! I hadn’t been to the office in a full year, from pregnancy until now. And just six months ago, due to business expansion, a parent company had been established. Perhaps the older employees had all been transferred to the main office. The employees present all shook their heads, saying they didn’t know me, and noted that my information wasn’t in the latest onboarding list. Vanessa heard this and exploded. “So, you’re just some escort who researched my husband’s preferences beforehand! I’ve seen women like you online—you apply for a secretary position, but really you just want to be the boss’s bedmate! You thought you could come and seduce my husband, but you didn’t expect me to catch you, did you?!” Seeing the people around me start to whisper after Vanessa’s outburst, some even pulling out their phones to record, I knew I had to clear my name. If I didn’t, this baseless rumor would stick to me forever! “You have no proof! Spreading rumors is a crime!” I retorted quickly. Vanessa let out a cold laugh. “Proof?” She then swung her hand back and slapped me again, hard. My earring was violently tugged, tearing a gash in my earlobe. I shrieked in pain. She, however, looked utterly smug. “My intuition is proof! Confess now how you planned to seduce my husband, or I’ll beat your face to a pulp today!” I clutched my ear, tears streaming down my face from the agony. Forcing my trembling body to steady, I gritted out, “You can’t understand plain English, can you? Fine, I’ll call the police!” With that, in front of everyone, I dialed 911. The employees suddenly looked uneasy. Someone tugged at Vanessa’s sleeve. “Mrs. Galecki, what if we’ve really misunderstood her?” “Misunderstood what? I’ve caught thirty mistresses; I’d never mistake one of these sluts! I know better than anyone how attractive my husband is to women! Besides, why would an escort trying to be a mistress dare to call the police? Once her shady dealings are exposed, she’ll spend the rest of her life in jail!” Seeing Vanessa’s confident demeanor, the surrounding employees stopped trying to intervene. I clenched my jaw, and with my blood-stained hand, I completed the call to 911 in front of everyone. The police arrived quickly. They immediately noticed my injuries and asked what had happened. “She hit me!” I pointed at Vanessa. But before the officers could question her, she retorted, “This escort tried to seduce my husband to climb the corporate ladder, so I hit her! Isn’t it perfectly natural for a wife to confront a mistress?” The officer frowned. “Did you… become her husband’s mistress?” “No, I didn’t!” I took a deep breath and explained the situation to the police. “I have a husband and a child, and a harmonious family. Why would I try to seduce her husband? And she has absolutely no evidence; how can she spread such rumors about me?!” Vanessa scoffed. “You showing up at my husband’s company out of nowhere today is evidence! Otherwise, why would a stranger like you, dressed so provocatively, come looking for my husband?!” I was practically frantic. Looking at the police, I pleaded, “Don’t you see? She’s not listening to a word I’m saying! I told you, I came here to find my husband, Arthur Finch! She keeps insisting I want to seduce Marcus Galecki, but I don’t even know Marcus Galecki!” But the police just looked at me with confusion. “If you don’t know Marcus Galecki, then why are you here at this company? The owner of this company is indeed Marcus Galecki.” The officer showed me the retrieved company information, where the name of the proprietor, Marcus Galecki, was clearly written. I was dumbfounded. Seeing my surprise, the officer told me I must have come to the wrong address. Vanessa still wanted to argue, insisting I was a mistress, but she couldn’t produce any concrete evidence. The police warned her that if she continued to spread rumors, an investigation would be opened. She finally fell silent. Regarding my physical injuries, after an assessment, the police instructed Vanessa to pay me twenty thousand dollars in compensation, to be transferred to my account later. Since my mind was still preoccupied with the company matter, I quickly nodded when the police asked if I was satisfied with the outcome. After dealing with Vanessa, I walked out of the office building and immediately called my husband. “Arthur Finch, you better explain right now why the company owner changed! Did you secretly sell the company?!” “No, I didn’t,” Arthur replied, sounding confused. “Honey, the company’s performance has been improving. Why would I sell it?” “Then why has the owner become Marcus Galecki?!” I demanded sharply. Arthur finally understood and began to explain. “Honey, I forgot to tell you, Marcus Galecki has become a shareholder in the branch office. He’s the university senior I often told you about—capable but really unlucky. He was an orphan from childhood, and after graduation, he helped me shoulder the company’s pressures. I thought about giving him shares in the branch office. Didn’t I discuss this with your father, too? Don’t you remember?” I did know Arthur had a struggling senior from college whom he owed a great deal to, but I didn’t know his name, nor was I aware of the branch office transfer. Before I could answer, Arthur continued, “Even if you found the company had changed hands, you could have just called me, honey. Why are you so upset? Did something happen?” I recounted what had transpired at the office to my husband. He instantly became furious. “How did Vanessa even get to the office?! Honey, I’m so sorry about what you went through today. His wife is… peculiar. She constantly accuses clients of being mistresses, and she’s already ruined several deals for him. Marcus, being an orphan, has been incredibly patient with her, but he’s warned her. If it happens again, he’ll divorce her. Vanessa had quieted down for a while, I really didn’t expect her to go to the office. I’ll talk to Marcus about this. When I get home, I’ll apologize properly and make it up to you, okay?” My husband was upset and anxious, and I understood his difficult position. I didn’t press him further. For the year-end bonuses, I opted to communicate with Marcus online. As soon as we connected on Messenger, Marcus began apologizing profusely, promising to make amends. But I didn’t expect that shortly after Marcus apologized to me, Vanessa would start pounding on my front door. “Claire Bennett, you slut, get out here!” Knowing Vanessa wasn’t quite right in the head, I initially didn’t want to go out. But she kept banging on the door. My son had just turned one month old and couldn’t endure such loud noise. I messaged my husband, urging him to come home quickly and handle it. But before he could arrive, my son was already crying uncontrollably, terrified by the commotion outside. I had no choice but to try and make Vanessa stop. But to my horror, the moment I opened the door, bright red paint splashed all over me. I was drenched, and the pungent smell made me gag. Vanessa, however, laughed. “Oh, you’re throwing up, are you? Doesn’t this smell better than your slutty stench?” I raised my hand, intending to slap her. But Vanessa gripped my wrist tightly. She thrust her phone into my face. “Everyone, look! This is the slut who’s married with a child but still wants to seduce my husband! She’s probably so loose you could fit a fist in there, and she’s still looking for men! How can someone be so depraved?!” It was then I noticed. Vanessa’s phone was live-streaming, and the title read: “Making the slut who tried to seduce my husband pay!”
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