My Dad's Mistress Taught Me A Lesson in Public

On Valentine's Day, I accompanied my father, Bruce, to shop for gifts, not expecting to be mistaken for his mistress by his real mistress, Selene.

Selene surrounded me with a group, saying, "Look at these college girls, shamelessly acting as mistresses."

"Dressed like a country bumpkin, how dare you come to a luxury store? Are you trying to compete with the child in my belly for the family fortune?" she glared at me.

Confused, I looked down at my haute couture outfit, wondering who she was referring to.

They roughly tore my clothes, pulled my hair, and destroyed my carefully chosen items.