"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 reced 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 thetter 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 red 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 cane 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’te 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 thest 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 red 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 ced a call, her sobs getting louder by the minute.
As soon as the call connected, she screamed, "Theodore!!"