My Husband’s First Love Slandered Me As A Mistress

I casually posted a few loving photos with my husband on Instagram, only to be accused of being a mistress by his actual mistress.

She, along with her group of mindless friends, stormed into my company with hostility.

"My goodness. The successful female CEO has stooped to being a mistress!"

"So what if she is? Even a goddess who turned mistress deserves a beating! Let's teach her a lesson!"

Spurred by her inflammatory words, the group of mindless women wreaked havoc on my company.

I called the police immediately and had these harpies arrested.

I threw a divorce agreement in my husband's face, the man who lived off my wealth.

"You leech! Leave me with nothing. Oh, by the way, your mistress has damaged items worth a billion dollars. She probably can't afford the compensation. Since you love her so much, you can compensate for it with her, or join her in jail!"

Huh, how dare the man dependent on me keep a mistress behind my back?

Tired of living, right? Then I'll send him and his mistress to heaven together!

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I had just finished a business meeting with some clients and hadn't even had a sip of water to rest when I heard a commotion outside the company door.

I got up and walked out of the CEO's office, and from afar, I saw a dozen women storming down the corridor from the other end, each holding up their phones and shouting slogans.

"Down with mistresses! Uphold legitimate rights and combat indecency!"

There are several companies on this floor. With their shouting, many people came out to watch the excitement.

"Ah, they're coming to the office to confront a mistress. This is getting interesting!"

"Maybe some boss has an affair with his secretary, and now his wife has come to the company to catch them in the act!"

"We're in the central business district. Which big shot is going down this time?"

As onlookers gossiped and joined the crowd targeting mistresses, they approached.

Leading the group was a seductive woman in black stockings with a graceful figure—Serena, my husband's secretary.

I took a closer look and frowned in recognition.

My husband Leon Smith is from a rural background, but he is intelligent and hardworking.

He pursued me for four years in college, and we got married after graduation.

My father, Harold Morris, is the founder of the renowned Galaxy Financial Group in the capital.

After my graduation, he gave me this e-commerce subsidiary to hone my skills.

Over the years, I've turned the company around and achieved some success.

Initially, my father had arranged for Leon to be my assistant, but he pleaded with my father to give him a subsidiary to operate independently.

My father gave him an investment to try his hand at it.

Leon worked hard and started a P2P finance company, which quickly became successful.

Although his career was successful, he was always a model husband in front of me.

No matter how authoritative and sharp he is in front of his employees, he has always been submissive to me at home, without a hint of temper.

After all, my father and I control his financial lifelines.

Even with his current success, a single word from me or my father could turn him from a millionaire CEO into a penniless man overnight.

Serena, the secretary he hired last year, I've seen photos of her in meetings with Leon.

She led the group of women with murderous intent, inciting them as they marched toward us.