I Became A Mistress

I sobbed uncontrollably as I recounted everything to her, not leaving out a single detail.

Cindy was silent on the other end for a long time before her rage finally boiled over.

“Unbelievable! Tristan is a total piece of work. Don’t be afraid, Bianca. Where are you? I’ll come get you right now.”

At Cindy’s apartment, I drank the warm milk she gave me, and slowly, my emotions began to settle.

Cindy, a top lawyer, listened carefully to my account. Her legal expertise kicked in, helping her regain her calm almost instantly.

“Don’t panic, Bianca. We can’t let this slide. He’s deceived you for five years. That’s emotional fraud. Leave it to me. I’ll make sure he’s completely ruined and left with nothing.”

Seeing Cindy so enraged on my behalf, I felt a comforting warmth within me.

Yet, I had underestimated the depth of Tristan’s shamelessness and cruelty.

Early the next morning, I woke up to Cindy’s piercing scream.

“Bianca, you need to see this! Tristan is unbelievable!”

I moved closer and saw a flood of news articles covering Cindy’s tablet screen.

The headline was jarring. [Renowned Entrepreneur Tristan Clarke Falls Victim to Honey Trap, Mistress’s Intimate Photos Leaked, Demands Exorbitant Divorce Payout.]

Below the article were several blurred images, but they were still easily identifiable as my private photos.

The comments section was full of harsh insults.

[She looks so innocent, but turns out she’s just a gold-digger.]

[Women will do anything for money these days. She deserves to be exposed.]

[Home-wrecking mistresses like her deserve to be put through the worst!]

My blood seemed to freeze in my veins, and my limbs went numb.

Never had I imagined that the man who once showered me with sweet words and tender care could suddenly turn on me with such malice.

Just then, the doorbell rang with an urgent, frantic tone.

Cindy and I locked eyes. We both recognized the wariness in each other’s gaze.

“Who is it?” Cindy peered through the peephole, and her face instantly turned a deep shade of anger.

She threw the door open and barked, “Tristan, how dare you show up here? Get lost!”

Tristan acted as if he had not heard a word. He lightly pushed past Cindy, who was standing in the doorway, and walked straight in. His eyes immediately fixed on mine.

He glanced at the tablet I was holding, and a sinister grin spread across his face.

“I see you’ve received my gift. Do you like it?”

“You despicable man!” I trembled with fury as I hurled the tablet to the floor.

“Don’t get worked up.” He took slow, deliberate steps toward me, his gaze radiating arrogant confidence. “I’ve warned you. Defy me, and you’ll regret it.”

Cindy rushed forward and stood in front of me. “Tristan, this is slander and an invasion of privacy. We can sue you for this!”

“Sue me?” Tristan snickered, as though he had heard the most ridiculous thing ever. He shot Cindy a contemptuous glance.

“What are you going to sue me for, Miss Lennox? What evidence do you have? Do you think a judge will believe the sob story of a mistress?”

He stepped around Cindy and leaned in close to me.

“Now, the whole world knows you’re nothing but a shameless gold-digger. And if I choose to, the next batch of photos won’t be blurred.”

I snapped my head up and met his cold, emotionless stare.

Tristan reached out, trying to caress my face, but I recoiled in disgust. His hand froze mid-motion, and his eyes darkened with malice.

“If you return to me quietly and stop trying to plot against me, I’ll let this go. Otherwise…”

He withdrew his hand and straightened up. The fake smile reappeared on his face.

“Bianca, I can elevate you to greatness, or bury you in the dirt, where you’ll never rise again.”

He was trying to strip me of my dignity and turn me into a puppet at his mercy.

I would never let that happen.