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Chapter_30
The Mistress’s Provocation
The message was simple but provocative: “I just wanted to show you how amazing he is.”
Those words sent a chill down my spine, stirring up a storm of emotions. I knew exactly what the other person meant by “amazing”—it was a taunt, a deliberate attempt to provoke me. I could feel my anger building as I threw my phone aside, struggling to contain the scream rising in my chest.
Clenching my teeth so hard they almost cracked, I forced myself to take deep breaths, willing the fury to subside. After a few moments, I grabbed my phone and bag, storming out of my office. I couldn’t keep the anger bottled up anymore.
When I found Ivanna, I didn’t hold back. I threw myself into her arms and sobbed, unable to make sense of how deeply shaken I felt, even after everything I’d already endured.
When I showed Ivanna the photos, she erupted with rage, kicking things and throwing things around the room in a frenzy. It was her way of channeling our frustration, and I couldn’t help but feel a brief moment of relief. “That bastard’s shameless! Disgraceful degenerate! How dare he?”
Eventually, we calmed down, sitting together as the silence settled. I turned to Ivanna and said, my voice steady now, “I won’t fall for her provocations. She’s the one in the wrong, and I need to show her that her tactics won’t work. If she’s got the guts, she should face me directly. Hiding and pretending won’t impress me.”
“You’re right, damn it!” Ivanna huffed, her frustration still evident. “How dare she hide in the shadows like that? Why do mistresses these days act like it’s some kind of game?” She shook her head, incredulous.
“It seems she’s someone we know—or at least an acquaintance. She must know that I’ve started working at the company again, and now she’s been inseparable from Matthew. She can’t sit still,” I said, trusting my intuition.
Ivanna, sitting next to me, nodded. “Chlo, it would be amazing if you could always stay this composed. You’re right, though. We can handle her. She doesn’t follow the rules, but we don’t need to either.”
I agreed with her. “I won’t let her get away with this. She’s openly taunting me, and if I don’t respond, she’ll think she’s won. I’ll turn the tables on her—make her feel the sting. I’ll rile her up.”
Ivanna raised an eyebrow. “But what if that raises Matthew’s guard? What if he teams up with her against you?”
I laughed darkly, the bitterness filling my voice. “He’s already being careful. He’s even gone as far as making fake moves, trying to keep me off balance. Why else would he be acting so cautious?”
Ivanna snapped her fingers, realizing the truth. “You’re right! So, what’s your plan?”
I took a deep breath, steadying myself. “I’ll continue showcasing our love—putting on a show with Matthew. That might force her out. And, more importantly, I need time. We haven’t planned everything yet, so I need to make every moment count.”
Ivanna nodded in agreement. “Got it. And on my end, I’ll look into what Johnson’s up to. I know he’s been handling some sensitive tasks for Matthew lately, so he could be our breakthrough.”
A plan was starting to form, and I felt a glimmer of hope. “I’ll make sure to use Johnson against them if I have to. He’s hiding something I can use.”
That evening, as I was about to leave work, I made my way to Matthew’s office. Fortunately, Erica Turner, the head of finance, and a client were there with him. I saw the opportunity and seized it.
Boldly, I asked Matthew for fifteen thousand dollars, claiming I saw some clothes and bags I liked while shopping. Without a second thought, he transferred twenty thousand to me. Of course, the client praised him for being so generous, and Erica couldn’t help but look amused by the situation.
If this had happened before, I would never have dared to ask him for money in front of others. I used to refuse his offers, always citing company expenses as an excuse. But now, things had changed. I knew that if I didn’t take my rightful share, Matthew would use it to pamper his little mistress.
Once the client left, Matthew and I went to the preschool to pick up Ava. As we walked arm-in-arm, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were being watched—those spiteful eyes lurking in the shadows.
Sure enough, the woman hadn’t finished with me. This was just the beginning. I couldn’t help but feel that the real battle was just getting started.