Chapter 3After My Husband Had Her Steal My Identity

Brian stood there, radiating an aura of power in his custom-tailored suit. Everyone froze.

“Mr. Croft! This woman was impersonating your wife and even tried to attack her! We were just teaching her a lesson for you,” the attendant explained, fawning over him.

Mia immediately crumpled into Brian’s arms, bursting into tears. “Brian, it was horrible…”

Brian’s gaze swept over the scene, his brow furrowing in anger. He was about to speak when his eyes landed on me. He stiffened.

He took a half-step in my direction, but I was faster. I closed the distance between us and slapped him hard across the face. Twice.

The sharp, cracking sounds echoed in the stunned silence. Everyone stared, their jaws hanging open.

“Is she insane? She just hit Mr. Croft!”

“I thought she was just some broke wannabe, but… does she have a death wish?”

Brian’s brow twitched almost imperceptibly.

I ignored the whispers, a bitter smile on my face as I looked into his eyes. “What’s wrong? Can’t I hit you?” I gestured toward Mia. “Or are you going to defend her now?”

His jaw tightened, and he sighed, about to speak.

But then Mia clutched his sleeve, her voice a tearful whisper. “Brian, you promised me.”

He hesitated. A flicker of something—guilt? fear?—crossed his face before it was replaced by a mask of cold fury. He rounded on me, his voice booming.

“Eleanor! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Are you trying to make a scene? Have I spoiled you too much? Is that it?”

Make a scene? How dare he accuse me of anything?

“Brian, I have one question for you,” I said, my voice dangerously calm. “Is the child in her belly yours?”

At my words, fresh tears streamed down Mia’s face.

“Eleanor, I know you’ve been obsessed with my husband since I started sponsoring your education. I know you send him suggestive pictures late at night. I can ignore that, but how could you say something so vile about my unborn child?” Her voice broke. “Are you trying to force him to divorce me just so you can take my place?”

Brian’s expression softened as he looked at her. He pulled her closer, stroking her hair.

“Shh, it’s okay. I believe you.”

Then, he turned back to me, his face hard as stone.

“Eleanor, you’ve disappointed me more than I can say. Get your things and move out of the house. Today.”

His words struck me like a physical blow. I couldn’t believe it.

He was actually brazen enough to flip the entire narrative, to cast me in Mia’s role and present her as his wronged wife.

To make her… me.

Hearing Brian’s command, the attendant who had slapped me pointed a finger in my face and started shouting.

“The real Mrs. Croft was kind enough to sponsor you, and this is how you repay her? By trying to steal her husband? You’re an ungrateful snake!”

“Trying to destroy a happy marriage? Look in the mirror! You’re not worthy to even be in the same room as them!”

I ignored the insults, my eyes locked on Brian. I spoke each word slowly, deliberately, making sure he felt the weight of them.

“I fought with my own family for you, Brian. I built you up from nothing to where you are today. When you couldn’t even afford to eat, I gave you the seed money for your company.”

“And now you cheat on me, you have a child with another woman… Brian, how can you live with yourself?”

My words only seemed to make his face darken further with rage.