Kyle turned to look at her, shocked.
Mia’s eyes flashed with anger but then quickly filled with hope. Perfect–let Kyle see how vicious this woman really is.
She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and started slapping herself.
Smack! Smack! Smack! The slaps echoed loudly.
Candice tilted her chin. “Did you not eat today? Hit harder.”
The crowd stared in disbelief.
Phones came out. Whispers started.
“You useless thing–can’t even slap yourself right.” Candice grabbed Mia’s chin, coldly sneering. “Let me show you how it’s done.”
She raised her hand and delivered four hard slaps in a row.
Just as she was about to land the fifth, Kyle grabbed her wrist. “That’s enough!”
‘Enough? She seduced you, destroyed our marriage, and tried to set me up–now I slap her a few times and you feel bad? Oh, I get it. I shouldn’t just slap her—you should get down on your knees and take a few too.”
Are you out of your mind?”
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Not willing to kneel? Then let her suffer alone.”
Candice turned to the bruised, swollen Mia and similed brightly. “Any objections?”
Mia shook her head and crawled over to grab Candice’s other hand “You can hit me. It’s not Kyle’s fault. I’ll take his punishment for him.”
Candice stroked her hair. “Excellent.”
Then-
She yanked Mia’s head down and slapped her again.
Kyle didn’t even have time to stop it.
Mia’s body slumped to the side. She passed out. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
*Mia!”
Kyle let go of Candice and rushed over to pick Mia up.
“Mia Jones, don’t play dead. You seduce a married man and you deserve to be slapped. I should strip you and parade you through the streets!” Candice’s tone grew even colder.
“Candice, you’re going too far!” Kyle shouted in rage.
He carried Mia to the car. “To the hospital!”
Terry opened the door for him and hesitated. “But Madam
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Bang! Kyle slammed the car door shut before he could finish.
Terry sighed and gave Candice an apologetic nod before driving off
The crowd’s attention shifted to Candice.
Some looked at her with sympathy–her husband had chosen the mistress over her.
Others saw her as vicious and terrifying, while the mistress appeared gentle, selfless, and heartbreakingly loyal–even after being beaten, she didn’t fight back.
Candice watched the car disappear down the road, a faint smirk playing on her lips.
Across the street, a few onlookers had parked just to watch the drama unfold.
Earlier, Jim had noticed Mia hovering at the exit–first agitated, then eerily calm.
Sensing trouble, he’d parked the car to observe.
Luckily, Charlie hadn’t objected–his silence was tacit permission.
In the back seat, Charlie watched the woman in the wheelchair–victorious, satisfied.
Now he understood the real meaning behind her Moments post.
“Young Master,” Jim said, “Should we go help Miss Hale?”
