Chapter 16
"You have no right to criticize Emily!" Samuel snapped.
"You would've loved it if she published the photos, wouldn’t you? You made sure my entire face was in each shot—but were very careful not to include your own. Don’t think I can’t see that you planned this all along, just to chase her out and take her place."
He finally saw through everything—but it was far too late.
Jessica opened her mouth to defend herself, but Samuel didn’t even want to give her the chance. Disgusted, he pulled out his phone and called security.
“There’s someone who doesn’t belong here. Take her away.”
The household security, always on standby, rushed in immediately.
Jessica panicked and clung to the last shred of hope. “You're the one who asked me to come over, Samuel! If you want me to leave now, I’ll go—but you can’t treat me like this!”
Samuel turned his back on her, walking into the house without a second glance.
“Don’t ever let me see you again.”
“Samuel!” Jessica screamed.
The gates slammed shut in her face, leaving her outside—exposed, humiliated, and discarded. Her dream of living a life of luxury was slipping through her fingers like sand. Tears blurred her vision as she wailed, “Even if I didn’t do anything, Samuel, she was going to divorce you sooner or later! You can’t blame this all on me!”
But in truth, both she and Samuel were trying to escape blame. Neither was willing to take full responsibility for Emily’s departure. Jessica didn’t realize how disheveled and indecent she looked until she heard whispers from the passersby gathering nearby.
“What’s going on with that young woman? Why is she half-naked out in the street?”
“Did you hear what she said? She admitted to ruining someone’s marriage. No wonder she got kicked out.”
“She looks decent enough. Why would she do something so shameless?”
“She’s lucky this is modern society. In the old days, she’d have been paraded through the streets in disgrace!”
Phones came out. Cameras clicked. People didn’t care whether the videos would be taken down—they wanted to capture the scandal.
Jessica, still dreaming of marrying rich, was horrified. She couldn’t afford for her reputation to be destroyed.
Covering her face, she pleaded, “Samuel! Mr. Porter! I’ll leave right now—but can’t you at least give me my clothes?”
Inside, a guard hesitated before reporting, “Mr. Porter, Ms. Lewis—”
“I don’t want to hear anything about her,” Samuel cut him off coldly.
Seeing his boss in such a dark mood, the guard wisely backed off.
Jessica, meanwhile, continued screaming. The more Samuel ignored her, the more her calm facade shattered.
"You think I care about you? Please! The only reason I even looked your way was because you were easy to seduce! You’ll regret this! All men are bastards!" She raged louder and louder.
"When she still loved you, you felt safe cheating on her. Now you want to act like some devoted husband? What a joke! You keep saying Emily’s the love of your life—but did that stop you from sleeping with me?”
Jessica’s true colors were finally on full display. The crowd that had gathered wasn’t just there for entertainment anymore—they were now curious to see the face behind such shamelessness.
Red-faced and furious, Jessica snapped, “What are you all staring at? I’ll call the police!”
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But her threats only amused them.
A middle-aged woman shot back, “You think we *want* to see this? You’re the one who ruined a marriage, got stripped half-naked, and tossed out like trash. Why are *you* still here?”
“Exactly! If you had any shame, you’d be gone already.”
“Anyone with a conscience would never show their face again after something like this…”
That word again—shame.
It was the second time she’d heard someone say she had none.
Humiliated, Jessica screamed, “Who said I’m the mistress? Did any of you see what happened?
The woman who’s not loved is the *real* third party in a relationship!” Someone snorted.
“If that man cared about you at all, would he have let you stand out here like this? You look like you’re dressed for the beach!”
“She was just his plaything and thought she could become his wife.”
“She probably thought she’d marry into wealth. But look at her now—counting chickens that never hatched.”
Those words hit hard. The color drained from Jessica’s face. Her lips quivered, but she had no comeback. Unable to take it anymore, she turned and fled down the street—while the crowd kept mocking her retreat.
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