"Oh, and when you go home tonight, get the full gynecological exam done. Everything. If something comes back wrong, I won't be marrying you."
I had no interest in wasting another second on him. I swallowed my anger, grabbed my bag, and walked out.
The moment I was through the door, I blocked his number and his account.
But in my rush, I forgot to delete the fake account he'd used to pose as a client.
Sebastian shoved me. The filth kept pouring out of his mouth.
"I'm talking to you! Start explaining. How many men have you got on the side?"
My whole body was shaking, teeth rattling with rage. I stepped forward and cracked him across the face—left, then right, one after the other.
Before I could even catch my breath, Christine already had her phone out, livestream running with practiced speed.
"Everyone, look over here! Come see what a modern-day scarlet woman looks like!"
"My son was kind enough to marry her, and instead of being grateful, she goes behind our backs, keeps some other man, and has the nerve to hit my son!"
"In the old days they'd drown her for shame! A used-up tramp and she still thinks she gets to be picky? She wants my son to clean up some other man's mess?"
The livestream comments were flying.
"I know that complex—notorious mistress den! Confirmed whore, case closed."
"Poor guy. Stuck with some tramp everyone else already had a turn with."
The screen was a cesspool, and reading it made my stomach turn.
But the bigger question gnawing at me was what the guards had said about the resident records.
I'd paid for this condo with money I earned myself, every last cent. My name was the only one on the deed.
From signing the contract to closing the transfer, start to finish, no one else had a hand in any of it.
So how could the registered owner possibly be listed as male?
Christine took my silence as fuel.
She shoved the phone screen right into my face. "Go on, say it to the camera!"
"What's your sugar daddy's name? How much did your father embezzle?"
"You don't come clean today, I'll turn you into the biggest disgrace on the entire internet!"
I pushed the phone away and stared at the group, ice in my voice.
"I've already called the police. What you're doing right now is harassment and defamation."
"And you two," I said, turning to the guards. "Are you sure the information you received says the owner is male? I have the original title deed right here."