Happy rushed to my side, barking furiously with its back arched.

I couldn't understand a word they were saying.

Regardless of any misunderstandings, they had to answer for their actions.

I covered my head and turned to grab my phone to call the police.

Scarlett Bullock hurled the broken bottle at me and shouted, "She's trying to call for help—stop her!"

Immediately, two burly women shoved their way through the crowd and came charging at me. They seized my arms and twisted them painfully.

"Ah!"

My arm felt like it was about to snap.

I cried out in agony.

Scarlett quickly located my phone and, with a fierce motion, smashed it to the ground.

The phone shattered into countless pieces.

I shouted, "Let go of me! You're committing a crime!"

"Committing a crime? We're just dealing with a home-wrecker!"

"In the past, we'd just toss you in a ditch. Who has time to listen to your whining?"

"A shameless mistress who tries to steal Scarlett's man doesn't deserve to wear a wedding dress or get married. Dream on!"

One of the heavier women yanked off my veil, sending a sharp pain through my scalp.

Gritting my teeth, I snapped, "I'm not the one trying to seduce anyone. I'm here to get married today!"

A crowd had already gathered at the door.

Scarlett let out a derisive snort and glanced at the four open suitcases in the room, her face clouded with disdain.

One suitcase contained the expensive jewelry, watches, and confidential documents I brought for my trip abroad.

The other three were filled with my marriage gifts.

It was a collection of precious gemstones, rare artworks, and non-heritage collectibles, including gold bricks for strategic reserves, as well as property and business certificates.

After the wedding, these items were meant to be moved to the house I purchased under Logan's name.

Scarlett's eyes gleamed with fury. "This bitch has really been milking Logan for all he's worth.

"She's not just scamming Logan; she's also encouraged him to dump me. If every woman had such a greedy mistress around, how are we supposed to live?

"For someone who's destroying other people's marriages, do you think I should let her go?"

I could hardly believe my ears.

I thought, "Is it possible that on the same day, in the same hotel, there could be another groom named Logan?"

The odds were astronomically small.

It took me only a moment to realize that the Logan Scarlett was talking about was the same Logan I was supposed to marry today.

"I can't let her get away with this!"

"Taking down a mistress starts with me."

Scarlett had successfully stoked the anger of her entourage.

Every one of them was burning with rage. I suddenly found these people even more terrifying than I had imagined.

Outnumbered and with my phone destroyed, I endured the pain and tried to reason with them.

"Please let me go. There's been a misunderstanding. Logan and I just got married. We're legally married. If you don't believe me, you can call Logan to clear things up..."

Before I could finish, Scarlett kicked me sharply in the knee.

I collapsed to the floor, unable to control myself.

She continued to kick my back mercilessly.

I began to cough violently, wracked with pain.

For a moment, Scarlett's friends looked uncertain.

"You're married to Logan?"

"Scarlett, is this true?"

Scarlett looked up with a haughty expression and gave me another kick.

She said, "She's a complete fraud. Can you trust anything she says?

"You're bold to act so brazenly as a mistress. Logan promised me he'd only marry me. Do you think you're going to get him to help you?

"Sorry, but he's too busy preparing a surprise for me right now."

Scarlett smirked, caressing her belly with a smug expression.

"Let me fill you in on a little secret. I'm pregnant with Logan's child. So, you say you're married? Why isn't he asking you to have his baby?"

She turned to her entourage with a wicked grin. "Since she loves stealing other people's husbands so much, let's give her a surprise she won't forget. First, let's strip off this hideous wedding dress!"

Two burly women pushed me roughly to the ground, their faces lit with a twisted excitement.

"You filthy bitch, in the old days, they'd have stripped you naked and paraded you through the streets."

I struggled weakly, trying to protect myself.

I said, "Scarlett, stop! Don't escalate this. I'm bleeding from my head and need medical attention.

"Want Logan? Fine, I'll give him back to you. I'll divorce him tomorrow. I always keep my word."

But Scarlett only pressed her foot harder into my face, grinding it down mercilessly. "Regretting it now? Too late. Today, you're going to get a lesson you'll remember for the rest of your life.

"Girls, this trash has nothing but a sinful face and a useless mother. Don't be afraid. Keep stripping!"

Her bridesmaids descended on me like a pack of wild animals, tearing at my wedding dress.

When that didn't work, they grabbed scissors and started cutting.

"Logan loves my long hair. Why should she have it? Cut her hair off, and let's see how she attracts men now!"

Happy paced anxiously in front of me, barking at them desperately.

I knew that resisting only fueled their frenzy.

I gritted my teeth and stayed silent as they shredded my wedding dress, leaving me in just my undergarments and a transparent slip.

My head was reduced to uneven patches.

But my surrender didn't make them stop.

Instead, it only seemed to excite them further.

Scarlett's eyes glinted with cruel satisfaction. "Isn't it thrilling to take what others cherish? Today, I'm going to destroy everything you care about!"

Scarlett strode over to my suitcase and picked up a bracelet I'd bought for 800 thousand dollars.

Inside the suitcase were two things of immense importance to me. A confidential document and a box of life-saving medicine for my mother.

Given her current rage, I feared she might do something utterly insane.

"Scarlett, please don't touch my things!" I pleaded, my voice trembling.

Without a word, Scarlett turned with a sinister smile, raising her hand and smashing the bracelet onto the floor.

It shattered into a million sparkling fragments.

My heart ached as I clenched my teeth.

She sneered, saying, "Your things?

"If you hadn't latched onto my Logan and deceived him, he wouldn't have bought you all this fancy stuff.

"Logan is my husband. His stuff is mine, so everything here belongs to me!"

I didn't want to argue with her. Logan had been living off me for years.

I said, "These things are expensive. I spent a lot of money to get them. If you want them, take them, but it's a shame they're broken."

Scarlett's anger seemed to be triggered anew.

"You think I'm going to accept your cast-offs? You think I'm some kind of trash collector?

"With Logan as mine, I can have any good thing I want. Why would I care about your junk?"

Yet her entourage's eyes showed they were eager for what they could get.

"You seem to cherish these items. Did you forget what I just said about destroying everything you care about?"

Scarlett crouched down, grabbing what was left of my hair and forcing me to look up.

Blood from my reopened wounds blurred my vision.

"Girls, smash those two boxes of jewelry!

"Aunt Alice, don't you need 300 thousand dollars for my cousin's engagement? That's nothing. I'll cover it.

"Aunt Lisa, Logan and I are thinking of getting a new car. We'll let my cousin practice with the old one. Even though it's an old one, we've only had it for two years.

"Ladies, I won't let you work for nothing. See these gold bricks? The harder you smash, the more gold bricks you'll get."

As she spoke, Scarlett gestured, and her friends lunged at my suitcase like they were on a caffeine high. They shoved and jostled each other to get to it.

Scarlett flashed me a triumphant grin.

"Bitch, open your eyes wide and watch how we destroy everything you worked so hard to get.

"Today, I'm going to make you regret ever trying to steal my man.

"Smash, and smash hard!"

The room was soon filled with the clattering of broken jewelry.

The sound of destruction echoed, with priceless items—watches, artwork, designer bags, high-end cosmetics—shattered and scattered like a battlefield.

My heart felt like it was bleeding, and my anger made my eyes bloodshot.

"Scarlett, you bunch of idiots, do you even know the value of these things?

"You could bankrupt yourselves and still not pay it all back!"

Scarlett only laughed coldly. "Look at you, acting like you could still buy these things once Logan is out of the picture.

"I'm smashing my own stuff. Why are you getting so worked up?

"But seeing you brought down a peg and in distress, I'm feeling a lot better."

Scarlett seemed to have found her sweet spot.

Her eyes scanned the wreckage, and then, with a smirk, she picked up a document folder from the debris.

I widened my eyes in panic, my voice trembling. "Scarlett, don't touch that folder. It contains crucial information.

"If I lose my job, it's one thing, but you'll be in for trouble you can't shake off."

Scarlett's eyes lit up with interest, and she exchanged knowing glances with her entourage.

Scarlett said, her voice dripping with mockery, "You're so anxious, huh?

"Well, I have to take a look then."

I shouted, "No, Scarlett, don't open it. You'll regret it if you do."

"Still trying to threaten me? Now I really want to see what's inside."

Carelessly, Scarlett ripped off the folder's seal. As she looked at the contents, her entourage's faces turned pale.

"What language is this? It looks like symbols. I don't recognize any of it."

"And there's a photo of someone. Look pretty fierce."

"This must be really important to this woman. How about we leak it online? Someone's bounds to recognize it."

"Yeah, Scarlett has thousands of followers. Surely, a kind-hearted online translator will help."

I struggled to shout out again.

"Scarlett! Don't post it. If you do, you'll really regret it."

Ignoring my pleas, Scarlett followed her friends' advice and took a photo of the document before posting it on a short video platform.

As her friends cheered and celebrated, I let out a small, victorious smirk.

These fools had no idea their arrogance had just set off a major disaster.

When they glanced over at me, I quickly put on a look of feigned panic.

"Look at her. Her face went completely pale."

"Ha! Serves her right for being a mistress. She's getting what she deserves."

"She said we'd get into trouble. Maybe she's the one worried about her own mess, not wanting Scarlett to post it."

Suddenly, Scarlett's eyes fell on a box on my nightstand.

"Oh, what's this? It's packed in such a fancy anti-collision box."

She picked it up and shook it vigorously.

My heart leaped into my throat.

Inside that box was the medication my mother needed to treat her ALS.

I had to fly to Mandiey for work to investigate a few things and ended up getting that document.

Later, I traveled through the whole Erope to secure a new drug for my mother.

According to the latest clinical trials, this drug could reverse the ongoing degeneration of motor neurons, treating ALS and significantly improving the patient's quality of life.

It was my hope for her survival.

But this drug wasn't something one could just buy with money.

To get it, I had to leverage my connections and expertise to retrieve a certain individual.

That individual was now exposed online by these fools.

Scarlett opened the box to reveal twenty-four ampoules neatly arranged inside.

She pulled one out and shook it in front of her.

"What's this stuff?"

Someone muttered, "It looks like medication."

I held my breath, staring intently at them.

Scarlett, eyes darting around, held the drug up to my face.

"What illness does your mom have? Something about cold or frozen?

"Is this for treating your mom's condition?"

Scratching my fingers across the carpet, I tried to stay calm. "It's just a common immune-boosting drug."

"Really?"

Scarlett scrutinized me closely.

"Oops..."

She tossed the ampoule onto a pile of shattered pieces.

The glass shattered, and the liquid spilled out instantly.

My heart felt like it had shattered along with it.

Scarlett exaggeratedly covered her mouth. "Oh no, what a mess! It slipped. I didn't do it on purpose."

She grabbed another ampoule and began tossing it up and down in her hand.

Each vial was more valuable than any collectible.

My emotions were on a rollercoaster, and I could barely contain my rage.

"Scarlett! You're going too far!"

With a crash, another vial shattered.

"Oh, you startled me earlier. My hand got a little shaky. I really didn't mean to drop it."

The tears welled up uncontrollably as my nose grew painfully sensitive.

At my distress, Scarlett's smirk widened.

"You seem really concerned about these drugs. They must be for your poor, dying mother."

I dropped my gaze, pleading, "Scarlett, I can overlook everything that happened before. Just please, give me back the medication, okay?"

Scarlett paused, considering. "Give it back, huh?

"Sure, I can return it. But only if you bark like a dog first."

The box contained a three-course supply, and using it as prescribed was crucial for its effectiveness.

With Scarlett deliberately smashing two vials, the drug's efficacy was already compromised.

I couldn't let her destroy any more.

"Go on, you raise a dog, so you must know how to make a dog bark, right?" Scarlett mocked, pointing at Happy, who had been growling and showing his teeth at them.

I said, "Scarlett, didn't Logan tell you about my background? I'm a highly skilled lawyer.

"Your little mob attack and the destruction of my personal valuables is a serious legal offense. I could have you all thrown in jail.

"But, if you return the remaining medication and leave the room, I'll let it slide."

I hoped that revealing my true identity would make them wary, but instead, they exchanged glances and burst into laughter.

"A mistress who pleases men for a living is claiming to be a top lawyer? Hilarious."

"Do you believe it?"

"Not for a second."

"Do you believe it?"

"Of course not. A top lawyer wouldn't have time to be a mistress. They'd be too busy with their work and too rich to even consider it."

I retorted, "If you don't believe me, you can have Logan come face me in person."

Scarlett, fuming with rage, smashed the third vial of medication against the wall and then slapped me hard across the face.

"Still trying to use Logan to threaten me, huh?

"Stubborn bitch!"

She picked up a fourth vial, raising it high, preparing to throw it.

She asked, "Are you gonna bark or not?!"

My hope finally shattered.

Scarlett was nothing but a stubborn lunatic, completely deaf to reason.

I had to placate her now and deal with her later.

Suppressing my fury, I begged, "Please, don't smash it. I'll do it, I'll bark..."

Scarlett pulled back her hand, a smug grin spreading across her face as she looked down at me triumphantly.

For the sake of my mother's life-saving medication, I dropped to the floor, swallowing my pride.

With deep humiliation, I began. "Woof, woof, woof, woof woof..."

Growing up without a father and with a disabled mother, I was branded an "illegitimate child" and faced bullying and harassment.

Yet, it was nothing compared to the degradation I felt now.

Looking up at Scarlett with a heart full of sorrow, I pleaded, "Can I have the medication back now?"