Luna Woo hugged me tightly. "When I come back, we'll have the wedding. Besides, whoever changes their mind is a puppy."

I looked at Luna Woo's back and couldn't help but smile bitterly: Is Luna Woo, who is such a big shot in the business world, so insecure?

It was getting late, and I hurried home with the flowers in my hands.

But what I didn't expect was that after opening the door, I saw Owen Young and his son.

Owen Young was wearing my pajamas, sitting on the couch watching TV.

And his son, with his shoes on, was jumping up and down on the sofa I had carefully chosen.

The high-end sofa worth hundreds of thousands of dollars was left with footprints all over it.

The fire in my heart suddenly flared up.

But before I could say anything, Victoria Shaw came out of the kitchen. She frowned and asked, "Why are you here?"

I was so angry that I choked there. After a long while, I said coldly: "This seems to be my home."

The boy suddenly threw the toy in his hand towards me: "This is my mother's home, this is our home, get out."

Owen Young said to me nonchalantly, "Don't be offended, Lucas. Children don't understand anything."

He came over and took the flowers from my hand without asking: "Are these for me and Victoria? Thank you for your blessing."

Just as I was about to snatch it back, the little boy pulled the flower away.

He threw the flower to the ground and stomped on it twice: "Stop trying to please my mother. We don't want your stinky flower."

I was so angry that I had a headache: "Pay me back for the flowers!"

Victoria Shaw said impatiently: "Lucas Forest! He is just a child, how can you be so petty with him?"

"Go to the kitchen and cook, don't bother the kids."

She actually handed me the apron.

I was so angry that I laughed: "Victoria Shaw, do you think I'm a servant? Why should I cook for you?"

Victoria Shaw frowned, "Lucas Forest, can you understand something? You've been possessed since the Civil Affairs Bureau, and have been making trouble until now."

"Originally, everyone was having a good time, with no conflicts, but now you've turned everything into chaos."

"I'll give you a way out and let you cook dinner as an apology to Owen Young and the child."

I stared into his eyes. "Victoria Shaw, tell me honestly, do we have no conflicts? Do you really think I should apologize?"

Victoria Shaw's eyes were somewhat evasive.

But soon she sighed and said, "After all, the child is innocent. Lucas, you are an adult. Even if it's for the child, what's wrong with being wronged? At worst, I can double compensate you in the future."

My heart went cold: "Why? Am I not innocent?"

At this time, the boy took out a fork from somewhere and stabbed my thigh fiercely: "Get out, get out of my house."

I pushed him away and said coldly, "I bought this house. If anyone wants to leave, it should be you."

The boy cried out and threw himself into Owen Young's arms and started crying.

The house was indeed bought by me as our wedding house.

It seems that Victoria Shaw has forgotten that she was planning to live a simple life with another man as a family of three here.

Owen Young's eyes turned red, and he choked up and said to Victoria Shaw, "We are wrong. We shouldn't have come. We will leave now."

Victoria Shaw stopped him with a distressed look on her face.

She said to me with some displeasure: "It's dark now, Owen Young is with the child, where can they go? Lucas, can you be more generous?"

I nodded: "Okay, you must leave after daybreak, or I will call the police."

Victoria Shaw frowned and said, "If you insist on sending them away, then I will have to leave too."

I chuckled, "Okay."

I opened my bedroom door and prepared to go to bed.

But what I didn’t expect was that the sheets were wrinkled and the quilt looked like someone had covered it.

There was even the man's changed underwear under the pillow.

I suddenly felt sick.

Owen Young has already slept in my bed?

I took the important documents without even looking at them, walked out quickly, and slammed the door behind me.

Let’s stay in a hotel tonight. The room is already dirty. I’ll have to find someone to clean it thoroughly tomorrow.

Throw away what should be thrown away!

After a whole day of hard work, I'm exhausted.

After washing up, I lay down on the bed in the hotel, when my cell phone rang.

Someone wants to add me as a friend.

After I passed, the other party sent me a bunch of photos.

In every photo, it's Victoria Shaw and Owen Young.

The location was clearly my house, and the two of them were lying on the marriage bed, cuddling together.

At the end of the photo, there is a sentence: Smart people know when to retreat.

I replied: Someone likes to pick up trash, I will help him.

Then, turn off the computer and go to sleep.

When I woke up, it was already bright.

I had breakfast and went to clean up my house.

But when I opened the door, I was stunned.

There were lots of balloons and streamers inside, and lots of posters on the walls.

The content of the poster is all wedding photos of Victoria Shaw and Owen Young.

The speakers were blasting music so loudly that it made my brain hurt.

There were many strangers sitting or standing in the room, and I didn't know any of them.

They are stepping on my couch, raiding my fridge, and even drinking from my cup.

The books and documents on my bookshelf were messed up by them and scattered everywhere.

The antique ornaments I bought from the auction and the valuable gifts my parents gave me were passed around by them at will, and some of them were even broken into pieces.

I suppressed my anger and turned off their speakers.

Those people looked at me with dissatisfaction.

I asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? Why are you in my house?"

Those people looked at each other in disbelief and said, "Your home? Isn't this Owen Young's home?"

"We are here for a wedding. Who are you?"

I was so angry that I could hardly speak. "Wedding? Victoria Shaw and Owen Young are going to hold their wedding here?"

At this time, someone suddenly pointed at me and said, "I recognize you. Aren't you the mistress?"

Before I could explain, someone threw a cup of milk tea on my face: "How arrogant! You, a mistress, have come here to disrupt the wedding?"

Then more people punched and kicked me.

I fought back with all my might, but they all came over and bullied me.

Soon they knocked me to the ground.

They are more numerous and bolder, and are becoming more and more excessive.

Some people beat me up, some took off my clothes, and some held up their phones to broadcast live, wanting the whole network to see what the mistress looked like.

I tried desperately to cover my face with my hands, but they forcefully pulled them away.

They grabbed my limbs and forced a pair of shoes around my neck.

They spat in my face and called me a slut.

I resisted hard, but it was no use.

They abused me at will and made fun of me.

Finally, someone shouted, "The groom is back to pick up the bride."

Those people stopped what they were doing and gathered around the door.

I got up in a panic and saw Victoria Shaw in her wedding dress and Owen Young in a suit.

Victoria Shaw was stunned for a moment when she saw me like this, then she walked over quickly and whispered, "Aren't you leaving? The wedding is not real, it's all for the children, a show."

I said coldly, "Are the wounds on my face and the broken antiques all props for this play?"

Victoria Shaw frowned, obviously dissatisfied with my answer.

All their friends gathered around and said, "Victoria, this mistress is so bold that she came to our house. Why don't you give her a slap in the face to vent your anger on Owen Young?"

Victoria Shaw didn't move.

Owen Young looked at Victoria Shaw expectantly.

"Forget it, you go first." Victoria Shaw said to me.

I said angrily, "Why should I leave? What identity can I use to leave? A mistress? Tell me, am I a mistress?!"

Someone next to me spat at me: "Victoria already has a husband and children, so if you're not a mistress, what are you?"

With a look of grief and indignation on my face, I persistently asked Victoria Shaw, "Am I a mistress?"

Victoria Shaw whispered, "No."

The crowd went wild, all rooting for Owen Young.

Victoria Shaw said to those people: "You all misunderstood. In fact, he and I are just ordinary friends. He is not a mistress. I am not familiar with him."

I laughed out loud at this ridiculous scene. "Not familiar? Victoria Shaw, you and I are not familiar with each other, why are you holding a wedding with your ex in my house?"

Someone next to me kicked me and said, "What do you mean your house? This is obviously Victoria and Owen Young's wedding house."

"A gigolo who hangs out with a rich woman, is he hallucinating?"

"People like this should be arrested and paraded through the streets."

People around me cursed me without restraint.

I took out my cell phone and called the police.

But Victoria Shaw snatched the phone away and hung up.

She said in a deep voice, "Lucas, can you wait until after today to make trouble? After today, you can do whatever you want."

I was about to say something when a familiar voice said, "Lucas, listen to your aunt. It won't do you any good if you make a big fuss today."

I turned my head and looked at the man in disbelief.

Is Victoria Shaw's mother.

Every time she saw me before, she would take me aside and ask about my well-being, treating me better than she would her own son.

She also repeatedly warned Victoria Shaw that she must not let me down, otherwise she would be the first to refuse.

But I didn't expect that she would come to the wedding of Victoria Shaw and Owen Young.

She dragged me to the bathroom.

She locked the door and said to me, "Lucas, don't worry, Auntie will give you justice."

"Victoria didn't know you when she had this child, so it can't be considered cheating."

"Why don't you just let her marry Owen Young and then divorce her?"

"A divorced woman with a baby is better than a woman with an illegitimate child, right?"

I was so angry that I laughed: "Auntie, who said that I must marry Victoria Shaw?"

"Who she marries or whether she has children is none of my business."

"But this house is mine. I ask them to leave. And they must compensate me for the damage they caused me today."

Victoria Shaw's mother was stunned.

She looked at me in disbelief: "Don't you love Victoria the most? You were willing to do anything for her before."

"One time Victoria wanted to break up with you, and you knelt outside my house for three hours."

"Now Victoria is just giving Owen Young a title, and there is no other meaning. Why are you taking it so seriously?"

When she brought up the past, I felt mixed emotions.

I was so stupid before.

In this relationship, I am too humble.

Although I have a very good family background, I am controlled by Victoria Shaw. She is the one who makes everything happen for me, and I am afraid that she will be unhappy.