Part 2The Mistress Swapped Bodies With Me

Now, she was playing the role of the righteous wife perfectly.

She dragged me out of the driver's seat and slapped me to the ground.

She grabbed my hair (her own hair, really) and announced to the crowd:

"My husband is Richard Sterling! He was on the cover of Forbes! You all know him!"

The crowd nodded. Everyone in Chicago knew Richard Sterling.

The magazine had a photo of us, the "power couple," envied by millions.

Hearing people whisper "Mrs. Sterling," Chloe couldn't hide her smirk.

"This slut tried to steal my husband! I treated her like a sister at work, and this is how she repays me!"

She started sobbing fake tears.

I was known for being tough and professional. Seeing her make those pathetic, girlish expressions with my face made me nauseous.

Incited by her, the crowd turned on me.

Someone kicked me. My face hit the asphalt.

"I am Elena..." I tried to say.

Before I could finish, a heavy boot stomped on my mouth.

Blood filled my throat. My teeth felt loose.

Chloe watched with glee, adding fuel to the fire.

"Look at this fox! She's crazy for my status!"