Before leaving, I quietly left a message for the kind person who 'supported' me.

"Do you know where your wife's information comes from? It's all collected by my husband, just to control you."

"If you don't believe it, you can check if there are two pinhole cameras next to the TV in the room."

They did see the cameras there. No matter how Eric explained, they all felt that he was framing them and left angrily.

Of course, Eric didn't have the intention to frame his good brother. It's just that I remembered in my previous life that a club was exposed to hidden cameras, so I took the opportunity to take back some interest.

After going out, I shared the video I just recorded with the wives of those people. As a woman, I must help women see through men.

On Saturday morning, the weather was fine. I had breakfast at home with my child when Laura came to visit with a girl about eight years old.

I stood at the door and asked them what they wanted.

"Rosalie Taylor, I beg you, I really can't lose Eric, and my daughter can't be without a father. Please give Eric back to us."

As soon as she finished speaking, she instructed her daughter, "Meggie, quickly kneel down and beg this beautiful and kind aunt to have mercy and give our father back to us."

With a "clang", the sound of bones falling to the ground.

Her daughter knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, "Please, beautiful aunt. I am eight years old this year and have never seen my father. Please, please give my father back to me."

Laura also knelt down, tears streaming down her face.

It was on the weekends, that many people went out for morning coffee and exercise, and they all stopped and looked at me.

"I have been with Eric for ten years, accompanying him from the low point to now. In order to help him, I also have a lot of illness," Laura said weakly.

The surrounding crowd began to whisper and point at me, "So she is the third party. She always takes care of the children herself and has three daughters. Tsk, tsk, tsk."

"Don't associate with her, she has bad behavior."

"She is so ugly and so flirtatious; she must not be a good person."

In the past, I thought I was not wrong and that rumors would be self-defeating, so I didn't explain.

Later, I realized that the rumors were getting worse and worse. When I took my daughter out, I was always pointed and talked about.

Neighbors who used to greet me would hide when they saw me, and they wouldn't let their daughters play with my daughter either.

My daughters went to the kindergarten in the community, but they were getting more and more unhappy.

One time, my eldest daughter's arm was bruised and her face was scratched.

I asked her and found out that the children in the kindergarten had been calling her a bastard, saying that her mother was a mistress, and she would also be a mistress in the future. They told her not to play with her and even led others to hit her.

I went to find my daughter's homeroom teacher.

The teacher stared at me and said, "You're afraid of being called a mistress even though you are one? The original wife has come to your door, and her daughter is 8 years old. Your eldest daughter is only 6 years old. If you're not a mistress, who is?"

"It's all because you have no shame. You intruded into someone else's marriage, got pregnant, and used the child, and threatened her boyfriend to marry you. She is the one who is lonely and helpless. She is so kind to you, but I won't tolerate you."

In the past, I always adhered to the identity of a civilized person and tolerated all kinds of provocations from Laura, wanting to condemn them with morality.

However, I realized that if she had morals, she wouldn't keep coming to provoke me again and again.

I couldn't use kindness and morality to deal with her. I had to use magic to defeat magic.

After realizing this, I immediately ran into the room, took out a megaphone, and shouted to the onlookers outside, "This is my marriage certificate with my husband. I am his legal wife, not someone's mistress."

"On the other hand, some ex-girlfriends, left him when he went bankrupt and came back to fight for his property when he became successful."

The quality of the speaker was good, the sound was loud and clear, and everyone around could hear it clearly.

Laura still knelt in front of my house with her daughter. I went into the house, picked up a broom, and knocked on Laura's buttocks. She trembled and ran away with her daughter.

In the evening, my husband Eric angrily called me.

"You are really a poisonous woman. Laura went to visit you with good intentions, but you didn't even offer her a cup of coffee and instead beat her."

"She was kind and didn't care about you. If she reported to the police, you would be in big trouble."

"You must apologize to her tomorrow, write an apology letter by hand, and stick it in the community to clear her name."

"Honey don't be angry. I know you want to enjoy a happy life together. I'm not here to break you up, I'm here to join you."