My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner - Chapter 230

Chapter 230: Beat Her Up!
Michelle quickly attempted to slam the door shut, desperate to keep Mrs. Perez, Theodore’s wife, from entering. Panic surged through her as she struggled to secure the door, knowing that if Mrs. Perez made it inside, things would spiral out of control.

Just as Michelle managed to close the door, Mrs. Perez, a woman in her early forties with long brown hair and piercing, stern eyes, glared at her. In one swift motion, she shoved the door back open, using her strength to overpower Michelle’s attempt to lock her out. Michelle’s heart raced as Mrs. Perez’s intense gaze bore into her, signaling that she wouldn’t be stopped so easily.

“So you’re the slut that wants to snatch my husband away from me?” She questioned Michelle, who took several steps back, her eyes darting around as she searched for something she could use for protection against the furious woman. “I’m talking to you!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Michelle instantly defended.

Mrs Perez snorted. She opened her phone and showed the video to Michelle.

“Are you trying to tell me you aren’t the woman in this video, sleeping with my husband?” The woman questioned.

Michelle gulped down her saliva in fear as she continued to take steps back. Unfortunately for her, Mrs Perez closed in eventually and she was left with nowhere else to run to.

“You even had the nerve to get pregnant for him. He also dared to buy a penthouse for his little slutty mistress.” There was a hint of disappointment in Mrs. Perez’s tone.

Who wouldn’t be disappointed when they found out that their husband has been taking care of his mistress better than his actual wife?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! That video is fake. Anastasia got it AI-generated,” Michelle continued to defend herself, despite knowing Mrs. Perez wasn’t going to believe her.

Before she could part her lips to spill even more trash, Mrs. Perez had already smacked her across her face.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson today.”

Michelle held her numb cheeks, enraged when she felt the stinging pain.

“Now, you’re going a little too far, madam,” Michelle said, her fear of the woman suddenly vanishing and replaced with rage. “Have you never wondered why your husband left your side to meet me? Well, that’s because I’m younger and not some old hag like yourself!”

Mrs. Perez was naturally offended by what Michelle had just spat in her face. She could see that the girl wasn’t scared of her like she’d expected her to be anymore.

Out of rage, Mrs Perez attempted to hit Michelle across the face again, but the latter held her hand.

“You’re starting to cross your boundaries now.” Michelle threw her hand away. “If you’d satisfied your so-called husband in bed, given him all he wanted, do you think he would have eyes outside?” She questioned.

Mrs. Perez’s face flared with both anger and embarrassment now.

“Looking at you now, I understand why he left you. I wouldn’t even be turned on as a man if I stared at that face for eternity.”

“Shut up!!” Mrs Perez demanded. “Are you forgetting that I can sue you?”

“Sue me for what? I wasn’t the one that cheated on you,” Michelle replied, her face nose scrunched up in anger, mirroring Mrs. Perez’s expression.

“You have the nerve! You’re such a slut and you should be treated like one.” Mrs. Perez called for some people. “You can come in now.”

At the end of her words, Michelle could see some women the same age as Mrs. Perez. They wore fancy luxurious dresses that exposed that statue.

“We’re going to teach her a lesson today and she’ll remember to stay away from married men in her next life,” one of them said.

The fear that’s flown out of the window a few minutes ago had returned, and this time, it weighed heavy on Michelle’s shoulders. The hair on her back stood on end. Swallowing her saliva felt as if fighting in a war now since she’d finally realized Mrs. Perez didn’t come alone.

She regretted not informing Theodore to either take care of his wife or make the security in front of the building stop her before she made a move.

“Y-you’re making a very big mistake. I-if Theodore sees any scratch on my body, you’re not going to like it,” she threatened, trying to find her way out of the mess.

When she saw the last woman entering and locking the door with the keys, Michelle gulped down another heavy load of saliva before she resumed her threats, “I’ll call the police.”

Without giving her any more chances to speak, the five women, including Mrs Perez ganged up on Michelle all at once, each of them hitting her left and right, trying to teach her a lesson for her immoral act that was uploaded on social media.

Michelle screamed for help, but the penthouse had thick walls, so no one could hear her. Not even her nearest neighbor.

After a few minutes of beating her and finally getting satisfied, they left Michelle bleeding on the ground.

“Let’s go! She can go ahead and call the police for all I care. She has no evidence after all,” Mrs. Perez said, urging her friends to leave as she glared down at Michelle’s half-unconscious state.

“We could have done more. I doubt she’ll understand our message,” one of her friends said.

“Let’s leave her. If she dies, that would be another problem I’m not sure we would be able to handle,” another one replied.

And just like that, they left Michele to suffer on her own, closing the door gently and acting like they’d just paid someone a kind visit.

Meanwhile, Michelle struggled to get up from where she was, crawling to find her phone as she ignored the pain that burned through her entire body, tears streaming down her face as her trail of blood followed her.

Finally finding her phone, she placed a call, her sobs getting louder by the minute.

As soon as the call connected, she screamed, “Theodore!!”