Stella saw the security guards approaching, so she shouted, “This woman is trying-to hurt me! Take her
away!”.
“Go on if you dare!” Mrs. Smith taunted. “I haven’t done a single thing! I’m only here to say
my piece!”
She then pointed squarely at Stella and added, “Instead of taking me away, why don’t you drag away
this vile, shameless, debauched woman who’s going around seducing married men?!”
Stella was sure that there must have been some kind of misunderstanding, but being brandished with
names as such still drained all the color from her face “…Mrs. Smith,” she pleaded. “You can ask your
daughter, and she’ll tell you I’ve never had anything to do with your husband. I have only been her
tutor! She’s the one I spend most of my time with! She’ll know if I ever did anything out of line!”
What Stella said made some sense, but Mrs. Smith remained suspicious of her.
“Look,” Stella pulled out her phone and showed Mrs. Smith her own phone number. “Why don’t you
send a text message to that “Ella Steele” on Mr. Smith’s phone and see if my phone receives any
messages?”
Mrs. Smith hesitated, but she still did as Stella suggested, and sure enough, no text message was sent
to Stella’s phone. “This must be some sort of a trick!” Mrs. Smith accused. “You probably have another
phone!”
“I really don’t!” Stella frowned. She suddenly felt that there was something fishy about this whole mess.
“Think about it, Mrs. Smith, if your husband is having an affair with another woman, would he have her
real name on his phone? Wouldn’t he try to hide it somehow and be more secretive?”
As she spoke, Stella noted the phone number of the apparent “Ella Steele” and gave it a call herself.
Immediately she heard the sound of a phone ringing amid the crowd…
Everyone began glancing around to see whose phone was ringing. Joyce hurriedly reached her hand
into her handbag to reject the call, but she was in such a panic that her fingers turned into jelly, and her
phone just kept ringing and ringing…
Now, all eyes were on her… “Isn’t that your phone, Joyce?” someone pointed it out to her. Joyce turned
as pale as a ghost. She fumbled frantically, trying to get her phone out of her bag. When she finally got
it out, she immediately put it on silent mode.
“Excuse me… I’ll answer the call somewhere else!”
Joyce’s lips were trembling as she spoke. Anybody could tell that she was acting very weird. But while
everyone else was just staring at her, Stella squinted and noticed that Joyce was trying to run away.
She swiftly pushed through the crowd and grabbed Joyce’s arms to stop her.
“Give me your phone!” Stella demanded.
“Wh- Why would I do that?!” Joyce rebuked as she tried to struggle her way out. She never thought that
Stella would catch up to her before she could escape.
Stella said nothing. She quickly grabbed Joyce’s wrist and snatched her phone away. She glanced at
the screen and, sure enough, saw that Mr. Smith’s number had just called her. Stella drew a deep
breath and glared coldly at Joyce before shoving her hand away. She quickly strode back to Mrs. Smith
and showed her Joyce’s phone.
“Take a look at this!” she told her.
Mrs. Smith was completely flabbergasted by this turn of events. Mouth agape, she took Joyce’s phone
from Stella and glanced at it. After a long pause, she made another call from her husband’s phone…
and Joyce’s phone rang again.
The crisp noise of the ringtone was like a slap on her face. Her face, reddened by anger just moments
ago, was now sickly green.
It was all clear to her now.
When Mrs. Smith regained her senses, she became even more enraged than before, now that
she found out someone had tricked her and played her for a fool.
She darted towards Joyce and smacked her right across her face before Joyce could react.
“You vile, revolting b***h!” she cussed. “How dare you make a fool out of me!”
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