The next day at noon, I was awakened by the sound of someone banging on the door.

I didn't sleep well all night because of Joshua's cheating, and now my sweet dream was disturbed again. I opened the door with anger.

I saw the Snake Monster Lela twisting her slender waist, walking into my house with a swagger, and looking around.

Those who don't know would think that she is the owner of this house.

I stopped her and asked, "What are you doing in my house?"

Lela didn't say anything. She was wearing high heels and an exquisite cheongsam wrapped around her curvy body. She raised her chin towards me as if showing off.

In contrast, I had messy hair, wore wrinkled pajamas, and slippers, and was full of resentment due to lack of sleep, looking like an abandoned woman.

Seeing Lela showing off her domineering attitude, I became even angrier.

I pressed her shoulders with both hands and pushed her out.

Lela stumbled and fell backward against the wall.

She quickly adjusted her posture, raised her hips and chest, rubbed her toes against my calves, and swept her wavy hair across my face with her fingers, saying charmingly:

"I heard that you reported that the noise in my house was too loud last night. Is it because your husband is not at home? Are you jealous of other people's harmony?"

I remembered that yesterday, in order to prevent my identity from being exposed, I sent her an audio clip I recorded at home using my housekeeper account.

I guess she had a misunderstanding.

I was too lazy to explain to her and just told her to leave.

"I'm reporting my own business, what the hell is that to you? Why are you looking for a sense of existence here?"

"Sister, you are too serious. I heard that although you are married, you are still a widow at home every day. I was afraid that you couldn't even have a hot meal, so I specially sent you the braised pork my boyfriend made for me."

I looked down and found that Lela was holding steak in her hand. The familiar aroma rushed to my nose, bringing back memories of the past.

When we had no money in the past, Lance and I often couldn't even afford to eat, let alone meat, eggs and other non-vegetarian dishes.

Later, he found a hard job on a construction site, earning only 200 dollars for working 12 hours a day.

After the project was completed, he stuffed 20,000 dollars under my pillow and cooked steak belly for me.

From then on, the pork belly, which seemed ordinary to others, became our tacit agreement when celebrating good things happening.

Now, Lance's craftsmanship was praised by other women. It becomes a tool to show off and humiliate me.

I have mixed feelings.

Coincidentally, my father's assistant brought me a customized lunch.

Lela glanced at him with disdain, then pinched her nose artificially and said with a look of disgust: "Why do you eat this kind of nutritious and rubbish takeout every day? No wonder..."

She was halfway through her words when she began to look me up and down from head to toe. Her eyes seemed to be saying, no wonder you have such a bad figure...

Before I could say anything, my father's assistant spoke up for me:

"Where did you come from, bitch? You haven't seen the world yet, so keep quiet. Takeout? This is the lunch prepared by the top Michelin chef that my president specially ordered for Miss. Many people can't get it even if they spend money on it."

Lela thought the assistant was talking nonsense, and couldn't suppress the sarcasm on her face: "What Michelin chef? I think it's just a few dollars of pre-made food from Temu app? And she is the president's daughter. Which CEO's daughter is renting a house to live in?"

The assistant looked at Lela, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

She was still showing off that the braised pork that Joshua made for her was fragrant and healthy. Her smug face seemed to be saying: She has a man who loves her, but I don't, and it is my husband who loves her.

Is there still any reason for a mistress to show off in front of the hostess?

I snatched the braised pork from her hand and poured it from her head to her feet. The thick soup ruined her delicate makeup and stained her gorgeous cheongsam.

Lela smoothed her tangled hair and ran downstairs crying.

He also left a harsh remark: "Just wait for me!"

I guess she was a mistress who couldn't fight against the hostess, so she went back to Lance to complain.

I have to sigh. Women's intuition is so accurate.

Before dark, Lance, who had not been heard from for a week, returned home.

I don't know whether he thought I was blind, deaf, or had a blocked nose, or whether he was just too arrogant and confident.

His neck was covered with undisguised kiss marks of various sizes, which were obviously the result of several rounds of fierce fighting.

She exuded a unique feminine scent, exactly the same as the Lela had sprayed in the morning.

They say that a short absence makes the heart grow fonder.

But with a new love, the old love becomes mosquito blood on the wall.

As soon as Joshua got home, he started finding fault, and somehow ended up talking about my work again.

"I heard you resigned?"

In order to give him a surprise, I didn't tell him that I resigned.

I don't know where he heard it, but the answer is obvious.

I felt sad and smiled bitterly, "Yes, now I have no job and no income. I don't know who you give all the money you earn to. I live by collecting rent at home every day."

Lance became furious when his secret was exposed.

He waved his hand and the exquisite food on the table was scattered all over the floor.

"Lora, why are you being so sarcastic? Aren't you just implying that I didn't give you any money? You don't collect rent at all, just pay the rent for this house first."

Two thousand dollars fell at my feet.

I squatted on the ground and picked up one by one, but I couldn't hold back my tears in the end, and they fell like beads from a broken string.

Through tearful eyes, I saw the mess on the ground and Lance's face full of indifference and impatience.

At that moment, I was completely heartbroken.

"Lance, if you smash plates when you get home today, will you beat your wife the day after tomorrow?"

I paused and finally said calmly what I had been holding back for a long time: "I see that you don't want to live a good life anymore, let's get a divorce."

"Divorce? Lora, I've been supporting you for so many years, give me back the money first! I finally get to go home, don't keep picking on me."

After saying that, he slammed the door and left.

I don't think I was the one looking for trouble. He came back to find a reason to vent Lela's anger.

Now that he's finished venting anger, he's ready to go find her again.

You also want a red flag flying at home and colorful flags fluttering outside. Lance, it's not as wonderful as this even in dreams!

The volume downstairs tonight is unprecedentedly high, mixed with Lance's low growl. Is this an obvious challenge to me?

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I used my secondary WeChat to remind Lela.

She was just getting started when she replied to me angrily: [The house is not yours, what do I do in my own room? Is it your business? ]

I smiled. This house really belongs to me.

Lela, you are a disgraceful mistress.

Lance, you are a fickle person.

Now, I have plenty of means to make you two dogs suffer a fate worse than death.

This game has just begun.