Stella put down her phone and bellowed furiously, "Look at yourself! You bitch. If you hadn't seduced Howard, he wouldn't even notice you."
The hosts seized upon the drama and added some incendiary comments. "Indeed, she may appear delicate and tender, but she exudes the aura of a practiced mistress. One wonders how many men she has ensnared."
"Why do you to feign nobility and innocence? We are not those easily swayed by your charms."
"That's it. You're addicted to being a mistress, right?"
In the live broadcast room, the comments section flooded with personal attacks, each more vitriolic than the last.
Stella found the overwhelming support for her cause, so her anger only intensified. She continued her tirade, "I detest mistresses above all else. Every last one of them deserves to meet their end!"
With that, she produced a can of graffiti spray paint and daubed three stark words across the wall of my living room.
[Mistresses deserve death!]
I regarded the words with a sardonic smirk. "Stella, you will soon see the irony in those words."
"You bitch. You've stolen my man, and now you dare to mock me?"
Stella raged, advancing toward me with a raised hand.
I caught her wrist with a firm grip and pushed her back. "I will offer you one final warning. Leave now with your followers, or I shall call the police."
Stella's expression twisted with disdain. "How dare you? A mistress who hides in the shadows dares to menace me, the rightful paramour? You subsist on my boyfriend's wealth, yet you posture as if you possess value. Today, I shall ensure you disgorge every morsel you've consumed!"
With that, Stella erupted into a frenzy, hurling objects about my home with reckless abandon.
The hosts witnessed this spectacle and grew animated.
"For years, we have upheld justice, meting out punishment to the likes of mistresses, yet never have we encountered one so brazen."
"It appears we have a seasoned offender on our hands."
"Fellow viewers, today we must impart a lesson. Please, show your support with a like, and I shall provide a firsthand account of the dismantling of this abode!"
The live broadcast room erupted in a flurry of likes, comments, and gifts.
The online viewers flooded in the live broadcast room.
The audience, it seemed, had reached their limit and clamored for swift action.
The hosts surged forth and commenced their assault on my home.