The Day Mrs. Bennett Stopped Crying

Synopsis

"There was an unwritten rule in high society. "Any woman who could make Mrs. Bennett cry would earn a permanent spot as Samuel Bennett's kept mistress." One after another, girls with grudges against me came to take their shot, and every single one of them walked away empty-handed. Someone even brought up the time one of his mistresses swapped my labor water for boiling water, nearly killing me and my baby. I didn't so much as flinch. Then the paparazzi caught him screwing a tailor shop owner in the backseat of his car, and nobody batted an eye. But I couldn't stop the tears. I stormed over and trashed her shop. "Anyone else in the world and I could've handled it. Why her? She's the one who ran me down and left me crippled!" Samuel stared at my prosthetic leg, guilt written all over his face. But then he smiled. "She chased me three blocks over a hundred-dollar tip. "Olivia, she was scared too. Besides, you got hurt because you didn't dodge in time. Don't take something so small out on other people." That night, the video of my meltdown went viral in our circles. "Mrs. Bennett's had her little tantrum. Time to be a good girl and give up her bedroom." They weren't wrong. Except this time, my suitcase was leaving with me.