10
I spat blood, slapping Mark hard across the
face.
Shoving him away, I looked at Sarah. “Why
would I want to hurt Jessica? We just met today.”
Sarah sneered. “Because you’re sleeping with
David! You wanted Jessica out of the
picture!” 4.
Murmurs erupted from the crowd. The
manager frowned. “Sarah, you can’t just
make accusations. Lisa and Mark seem so
happy together. Why would she…”
Mark, recovering from the slaps, chimed in,
spitting on the ground. “Fine, I’ll tell you all the truth. I’m not ashamed anymore.”
“Lisa always looked down on me. Thought I
was poor, uneducated, not good enough for
her.”
“She’s obsessed with her looks, with
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“She’s obsessed with her looks, with
expensive clothes and handbags. She doesn’t care about our family, about our daughter!”
Eyes turned to me. Whispers started. “It’s
true, she wears a different outfit every day.” “And those designer bags… There’s no way
we can afford that on our salaries.”
Mark puffed up, smugly declaring, “Because
she’s a whore! She’s only been here a few
years, but she’s always the top salesperson.
Ever wonder why?”
“She adds every rich guy on social media,
sends them naked pictures, sleeps with them.
She’s selling more than just cars! How could
you compete with that?”
“She thinks she’s so discreet, but if it weren’t
for our daughter, I would’ve divorced her long
ago!”
Sarah jumped in. “It’s true. She even tried to
teach me how to seduce clients! But I
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teach me how to seduce clients! But I
refused!”
Many of the salespeople had been at the
dealership for years, their sales dwarfed by
mine. People are quick to tear others down.
They’d gossiped behind my back, but now,
coming from my husband, their words were
daggers.
I’d become a top salesperson in just six
months because I’d prepared during my three
years as a stay–at–home mom. I studied cars,
the industry, everything.
My first clients were the ones everyone else
avoided. I listened patiently, learned their
needs, never complained about endless test
drives. I earned their trust. They became
repeat customers and referred their friends.
And my beauty blog on social media? It was
my side hustle. Those designer bags? Mostly
sponsored content!
く
Mark knew all this. He’d complained I worked
too hard, like a machine.
**
As for Mark, after we married, he’d given me
$300 a month. Then, nothing. He’d said it
was all “family money.”
I laid out the facts, refuting every accusation, then challenged Mark, “You say I seduce
men, send nudes, sleep around. Where’s your
proof?”
Last time, he’d fabricated evidence after I
was in a coma. Now, my phone was safe.
Let’s see him lie.
