RSVP to My Wedding... and Bring My Husband Chapter 2

Lana's outburst made our classmates' eyes widen in shock. "Lana, this is your husband's car? Seriously?"

Lana's face was full of haughty pride. "Of course it is! How could it be fake?" She then pulled out her phone and displayed several photos of her and Brandon. Some showed them intimately close in the car, others lounging on the hood, leaning against each other. The car's interior details and license plate were clearly visible in the pictures. It was identical to my car.

At this, the crowd buzzed with confirmation. "It really is Lana's husband's car. So, Audrey is definitely the mistress!"

Lana's eyebrows shot up in fury, and she spat, her voice sharp and cold: "No wonder you haven't posted on social media in years. Turns out you've been busy playing mistress."

Hearing this, others glared at me. "I never would've thought it! Audrey Vance looks so respectable on the surface, but she's actually engaging in such despicable affairs."

"Seriously! I even thought she was some cool, aloof scholar in high school and wrote her a love letter. Thinking about it now makes me sick!"

"Some people act so high and mighty and innocent, but behind closed doors, who knows how loose they are? The moment they see a rich man, they go wild, practically begging for attention!"

"And she even dares to drive her sugar daddy's car right in front of the rightful wife to provoke her! I think she's just jealous that Lana married well and came here deliberately to ruin the wedding!"

Even our high school teacher looked at me with disdain, declaring, "Audrey Vance, from now on, when you're out there, never say you were my student. I certainly never taught a student with such moral depravity!"

The crowd's incessant chatter and condemnation drew many onlookers, who pointed and whispered about me. Some even pulled out their phones to take pictures and videos, and a few even spat in my direction.

I calmly removed my jacket, worth tens of thousands, and tossed it into a nearby trash can. Then, I faced Lana directly. "I advise you to ask Brandon Hayes very clearly: who exactly is the mistress, and who is the rightful wife?"

No sooner had the words left my lips than Lana swung again, slapping me across the face. "You need to ask? Can't you see it's Brandon and my wedding day?" She then looked at the car behind me, angrily cursing, "I detest mistresses! Every mistress in the world deserves to die!" With that, she pulled out a key and savagely scratched several large letters onto the side of my car: "Mistress Dies!"

I glanced at the stark, ugly words, my voice chillingly clear. "You'll realize very soon just how ironic those four words are."

My words only enraged Lana further. "You wretched tramp! You steal my man and then you have the nerve to mock me with your sneering sarcasm? The thought of my husband's car being driven by a filthy hussy like you makes me sick!" With that, she picked up a brick from the roadside and began to violently smash my car. The windows, the headlights, the hood – nothing was spared.

"Lana is going to be the CEO's wife of the Evergreen Group! We can't let her be bullied by a low-class mistress like Audrey!" someone in the crowd of classmates yelled.

Instantly, everyone else began grabbing whatever they could find – rocks, sticks, bottles – and threw themselves into smashing my car. After they shattered the windows, they even climbed inside, wildly slashing at the car seats and interior. The once pristine luxury car was transformed into a pile of mangled scrap metal in mere moments.

I watched these frenzied people, my gaze icy. "I hope you'll be just as happy and enthusiastic when it comes time for compensation." No one paid any attention to my warning; they treated me as if I were invisible.

Just then, one of Lana's cronies smashed open the trunk and gasped, "Everyone, look! She's got a lot of good stuff hidden in her trunk!"

Lana walked over, pulled out a painting, and scoffed. "A cheap woman who sells her body for money, pretending to be a collector, putting on airs of elegance?"

Seeing this, I couldn't help but warn them. "These things are worth far more than my car, especially that painting and calligraphy. I advise you not to mess with them." The items in the trunk were collectibles I had acquired from auctions but hadn't yet found a place for.

Lana's fury only intensified at my words. "This painting is a desecration being collected by a wretch like you! Trash like you only deserves trash!" With that, she tore the painting to shreds right in front of me. After ripping it, she threw it on the ground and stomped on it with her foot.

Our high school teacher, upon closer inspection of the painting, gasped: "This painting… it looks like a genuine Qi Baishi! I heard the starting bid at auction was over three hundred million!"

Lana retorted indignantly, "So what if it's three hundred million? It's all my husband's money anyway! My husband's money is my money. What's wrong with me smashing my own property?"

Her words left me speechless. Not only was Brandon a man who had married into my family with nothing, but even after I put him in charge of Evergreen Group, his incompetence had caused the company's market value to drop by nearly half. If he weren't my husband, I would have fired him long ago. Yet, Lana and these old classmates saw him as a formidable CEO, idolizing him.

With Lana leading the charge in tearing up the painting, the other classmates, unwilling to be outdone, also began smashing and ripping apart the collectibles in my trunk. Good advice falls on deaf ears when dealing with those bent on self-destruction. Since they were consumed by their frenzy, I saw no point in saying anything further. I simply pulled out my phone, intending to call the police.

Just as my finger touched the dial screen, Lana rushed over, snatched my phone, and slammed it to the ground. "Still trying to call the police? You're just a mistress who only knows how to seduce men. What nerve do you have?" As she spoke, her gaze suddenly fell upon my neck, and her eyes lit up. "That jade pendant necklace you're wearing doesn't look cheap. Did you buy it with my husband's money too?" With that, she yanked hard, tearing the necklace from my neck. Lana's movements were so swift and violent, I had no time to react. The necklace was in her hand in an instant.

Seeing this, my face paled. "Give me back my necklace!"