My mistress and I awakened and beat up the scumbag together
Chapter 1
In my past life, I was locked in a battle royale
with my fiancé, Frank’s, super–efficient
assistant, Lauren.
The day we both died in that car wreck?
Frank’s company went public.
Then, the absolute nerve–he proposed to
Emily, the quietest little design assistant you
ever did see.
Turns out, me sinking millions into Frank’s
startup, Lauren busting her butt to land those
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big deals it was all just paving the way for
his childhood sweetheart, Emily.
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Now I’m back. Lauren’s back, too.
This time around, Frank’s trying to play the
same old game, pitting us against each other.
We’re so over it. We just said:
“Girlfriends are way better than any guy, you
know?”
Frank is losing it. Seriously.
“We owe this million–dollar deal to Lauren;
she’s a real superstar.”
Frank’s holding a glass of wine up on stage,
gazing at Lauren, all decked out in a killer
evening gown.
The way he’s looking at her? Pure adoration.
Total heart–eyes.
Anyone would swear he was head–over–heels
for her.
But I know the truth. This is all a
smokescreen.
Follow his gaze. Over in the corner, there’s
Emily, quietly munching on a blueberry
cupcake. She’s the one Frank really wants, his
childhood sweetheart, his everything.
She’s just a regular girl, a normal college
graduate.
But she was Frank’s first love, the one he
could never forget.
So, what does he do?
In college, he zeroes in on me, someone with
a lot of money.
He fakes the whole “soulmate” act so that I
fall for him and willingly throw my family
fortune into his business.
Then, once he’s made it, he’s not about to let
me be his trophy wife.
That’s where Lauren comes in.
The classic “boss falls for his secretary”
routine.
From the day Emily started, Frank
conveniently started working late.
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He made sure Lauren was always somewhere
in those “late night” pictures.
A glimpse of her soft cheek, her delicate
fingers.
And don’t forget the lipstick in the passenger
seat, the perfume on his coat, or Frank
waking up after office party, whispering
Lauren’s name in his sleep…
It was enough to push me to the edge.
Fueled by jealousy, I used my power to make
Lauren’s life a nightmare.
I stormed into the office, slapped her across
the face, and told her to stay away from
Frank.
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He blew up at me. He even announced in a
company–wide email that as long as he was
CEO, Lauren was “untouchable.”
That was it for me.
Lauren, being the strong, opinionated woman
she is, fought back.
Whenever I had to be at an event with Frank,
Lauren was always there, glued to his side.
And she’d be wearing my dress, the one I had
custom–made for myself.
We were like two pit bulls, tearing each other
apart, even if it meant getting hurt.
Then came the night I found out I was
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I couldn’t wait to tell Frank the news.
But Lauren answered the phone.
I was already a mess, a total emotional wreck.
Suddenly, it all clicked.
I told Lauren: “Frank’s all yours. I’m done.”
I packed up all of Frank’s stuff and threw it
out the window.
