On my first day back in the country, my husband's secretary swaggered over and tried to snatch one of my antiques. Before I could say a word, she slapped me twice! Then she sneered, as if she had every right: “If I want something, you should be grateful I even noticed it. Get down on your knees, apologize, and thank me!” I immediately stepped forward, only for her bodyguards to pin me to the ground. She looked down at me with disdain. “You think you can compete with me? I’m the young mistress of the Chen family in Hong Kong. Who do you think you are? My husband only has to say the word, and you’ll be driven out of Hong Kong!” The bystanders chimed in: “Get on your knees and beg for mercy already. She’s the wife Young Master Chen Yu treasures above all else.” “Be smart, and maybe you’ll still be allowed to stay in Hong Kong and clean toilets.” I was about to argue, but the words “young mistress of the Chen family” left me stunned. The Chen family of Hong Kong? Since when did Chen Yu have another wife besides me? I immediately called him and said with a cold laugh, “Chen Yu, when did you secretly marry another woman?”
