---- blurted out, "Mommy, you make me feel embarrassed." Mustering all my energy, I freed myself and rushed over to Tara, hitting and clawing at her. The police arrived at the time, and we were brought to the police station for questioning. "Sir, this is a private matter. As Preston Whitmore's legal wife, I am in my right to beat up his mistress. This is none of your business." Even at the police station, Tara acted like a bully. "She hit me, by the way. Lock her up!" The policeman stared at the bruises and scratches all over my body before turning to Tara, who suffered some scratches on her face. He warned her, "This is a police station, not your home. Shut your mouth now." Tara pouted and scoffed. The policeman asked me some questions. I told ---- him that Tara showed up and started beating me up for no reason. During my questioning, Preston arrived at the scene belatedly. Tara's eyes lit up when she saw her husband. Feeling aggrieved, she barked, "You guys are done for! My husband's here! He's currently in a partnership with Harlan Group." The first thing Preston saw upon setting foot in the police station was me. His face fell. "Why are you here?"