Mistaken for a Mistress While Buying Underwear for My Husband, I Went Mad

I simply bought my husband a pack of underwear. Yet, I was accused of being the mistress by the nanny I hired for him.

She was pregnant and brought a group of village men to confront me at the hospital.

"A doctor, being a mistress? How despicable!"

"Smash everything! Make this wretched woman pay until she's bankrupt!"

"Dare to seduce my husband? I'll make sure you're notorious online, and you'll never be a doctor again!"

They smashed the hospital equipment with sticks, pinned me down, broke my leg, and then stabbed a knife into the palm of my right hand, rendering it useless so I could never perform surgery again.

After sending them to the police station, I coldly called my husband.

"Compensate the hospital for all the damages, then go to jail!"

***

After six long months of training, I finally returned to the hospital. Since it wasn't yet time for work and my colleagues hadn't arrived, I decided to browse my phone in the lounge.

As soon as I opened my phone, I was greeted with a live stream notification.

In the stream, a pregnant woman was holding a box of underwear in front of the camera, with a mansion as her backdrop.

"Everyone, take a look! The mistress even sent underwear to my husband, right to our home! This wretch is flaunting her triumph in front of me!"

The pregnant woman violently tore open the box of underwear, showing everyone the brand label. "It's even a luxury brand! She dared to spend my husband's money to humiliate me! And I'm pregnant! She's trying to take my place!"

I took a closer look. Coincidentally, the underwear I had sent to my husband a few days ago was from the same brand. Although pricey, the quality was excellent, and my husband liked it.

The livestream was flooded with angry comments.

"She's shameless! Support the wife in beating the mistress!"

"Such a vile woman should be dragged through the streets and beaten to death!"

As a fellow married woman, I sympathized with her and sent her a virtual gift to show support.

The pregnant woman, cradling her belly, stood up. "Women may seem weak, but mothers are strong. For my baby, I have to be strong! I'll find that mistress and make her pay!"

The audience immediately began flooding the screen with comments, all calling for violence against the mistress.

As the pregnant woman bowed her head, her beauty filter failed, revealing her real face. I was stunned. It was Linda White, the nanny I had hired for my husband!

Six months ago, I had been abruptly notified about my training and had to leave in a hurry.

Worried that my husband wouldn't eat properly, I contacted an agency via social media to arrange a nanny for him.

Initially, the agency had recommended an older lady, but when I saw Linda's profile, detailing how she had to leave school early to work due to having many children at home, I felt sorry for her and chose her instead.

I never expected that she would marry a wealthy man and encounter such an infuriating situation.

I immediately messaged her privately, "Stay strong, sis! If you need a lawyer or some muscle, feel free to contact me. I've got connections!"

She responded quickly, "Thanks, sis! I've already called a bunch of brothers from my hometown. They'll help me take down the mistress!"

Knowing she had help, I felt at ease.

But it was strange that she had resigned and gotten married, yet my husband hadn't mentioned it.

How had my husband been managing during all this time?

Just as I was mulling over this, a patient from out of town arrived to see me. I quickly put away my phone and started my consultations.

After finishing with my first patient, I heard a commotion at the door of my office.

Stepping out, I saw a group of large men standing menacingly, glaring at me.

My first thought was that it was a medical dispute, but I hadn't seen patients for the past six months, and I hadn't heard of any issues with my previous patients.

For safety, I decided to retreat to my office.

However, before I could do so, one of the men picked up a mop leaning against the wall and struck me in the knee.

I fell to the ground, looking up at them. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Of course, we're here to beat the mistress to death!" Linda emerged from behind the men, cradling her belly.

"Everyone, take a look! This is Dr. Gloria Yukio from the big hospital. She's a mistress! She stole my husband and wants my child to be fatherless!" Linda shoved her phone in my face, filming me.

She wasn't satisfied just with that. She slapped me hard across the face.

"This immoral, filthy woman is destroying marriages. Be careful if you come to her for treatment. You might catch a gynecological disease!"

Dizzy from the slap, I raised my hand to block her phone.

"You've got it wrong. I've been married to my husband for years. How could I steal your husband, and I..."

Before I could finish, Linda snatched my phone away and slapped me again, the phone nearly hitting my nose.

"You still dare argue? Let's see if your words are stronger than my brothers' fists!"

Linda stood up with a sneer and commanded her brothers.

"Beat her!"

The men swarmed me, kicking me to the ground, one kick after another.

I curled up, covering my head. "Let go of me! I told you, you've got the wrong person. If you don't stop, you'll end up in jail!"

Unexpectedly, Linda burst into laughter.

"A mistress deserves divine punishment. A wife beating the other woman is only right! Who dares arrest me?!"

I wanted to say more, but my leg was in agonizing pain, possibly broken.

Linda laughed even louder.

"Keep going! Beat her to death! My husband has plenty of money!"

The men kept kicking me, while the one with the mop struck my back and legs repeatedly.

Enduring the pain, I shouted, "I told you, you've got the wrong person! You've already injured me, and if you don't stop, jail time will be the least of your worries!"

Linda motioned for the men to stop, then grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back.

"Still arguing? You sent those underwear to my husband. Your name and phone number are clearly on the package—Gloria Yukio! Your phone number is even listed on the hospital's website! You're the mistress!"

Linda let go of my hair and threw a package at me.

Struggling, I picked up the package and examined the label. Sure enough, it bore my name and phone number, with the recipient being my husband, Martin Best.

It was indeed the package I had sent him.

"Do you see it clearly? My husband hid it, but I still found it, you wretched woman!"

I was shocked as I stared at Linda. It turned out that after becoming my husband's nanny, she had seduced him and "married" him!

No wonder my husband never mentioned that Linda had quit—she never left!

And the child she was carrying was his!

My moment of compassion had brought a wolf into my home!

Seeing me speechless, Linda became even more smug. "What? No more words? You really won't admit your wrongs until you see the grave!"

"I'm Martin's wife! You're the real mistress!" I shouted in fury.

Linda froze for a moment.