The owner of a small company gives me an expensive bag as a gift because I want to invest in his company, yet his wife mistakes me for a homewrecker.

She and her entourage crash my engagement party and trash the place.

"All homewreckers need to go to hell!"

"Shameless women will always be shameless. Strip her so everyone online can see what she looks like!"

"Share the livestream and like it, everyone! We'll disfigure her once we hit 500 thousand likes!"

Not only does my fiancé refuse to help, but he even announces that the engagement is off. "A homewrecker doesn't deserve to marry me!"

I repeatedly warn them not to act rashly, but they ignore me. So, I give them each a swift punch to the gut before stepping on the perpetrator's face. Then, I call my secretary.

"Tell Mr. Lane that I'm pulling out of the investment. Also, call the police and my lawyer. I've been robbed and insulted in public—I want the culprits to go to jail for this!"

My fiancé regrets everything and asks me for a reconciliation, but I kick him aside. "Get lost! I'm not dumpster!"

The engagement party was just about to begin.

My elbow was hooked around my fiancé's as we walked toward the banquet hall.

All of a sudden, he turned to me. "Yvie, what do you think of women who become mistresses?"

"Why are you asking this out of the blue?"

Yale Linton didn't answer my question. Instead, he gritted his teeth and said, "I think the woman who becomes a mistress and then tricks an honest man into marrying her is filthy and despicable. I think she deserves to be ruined and condemned!"

He was acting weird today.

But before I had the time to ponder further, we arrived at the banquet hall.

As I lifted my dress to step onto the stage, a group of people who called themselves the Anti-Mistress Alliance stormed in.

In the lead was a middle-aged woman with sharp eyes. She lunged at me and slapped me hard across the face. "You shameless thing, how dare you seduce my husband? I'm beating you to death!"

She moved so quickly that I didn't have time to react. In an instant, my cheek swelled up.

The room fell into a stunned silence.

Shocked and panicked, I cupped a hand over my face and instinctively leaned into Yale.

To my surprise, he presented me with a slap, too. Disgust was written all over his face as he spat, "You mistress—how low can you be?"

The crowd erupted into murmurs. The judgmental eyes and phone cameras pointed at me made me feel nauseous.

Coupled with the burning pain on my face, I was completely bewildered. "What are you all talking about?"

Yale sneered. "Drop the pretense. I know everything. You're not some big boss; you're just someone's kept woman! You conniving wench, you've been lying to me all these years!"

"I've never been a mistress!"

We had been in love for five years.

I never imagined that he would buy into such accusations without questioning them.

The middle-aged woman grew agitated. "How could you still lie? Just a few days ago, my husband bought you the latest luxury bag. Do you dare say the person in this photo isn't you?"

She shoved a photo in my face.

The picture was taken in front of a restaurant. It showed Frederick Lane—the owner of a small company I was investing in—giving me a luxury bag as my birthday gift.

"Yes, that's me in the photo. However, Frederick and I are only business partners. We..."

"You shameless little witch! You climbed into my husband's bed but don't dare admit it! You have hands and feet but don't work. Instead, you spread your legs to live off men. Your parents may not have taught you decency, but I, Sylvia Warner, will!"

Sylvia wasn't listening to a word I said. She raised her hand to hit me again.

I wasn't a loser, though. Grabbing her hand, I pushed her to the ground.

"Can't you understand English? I am the owner of Clarity Ventures, which is investing in Frederick Lane. I..."

No one was listening to me at all.

"The mistress attacked the wife! How outrageous!"

Before I knew it, a mob of lunatics rushed at me. Some yanked my hair and others seized my limbs. They pinched and twisted my flesh.

"You little tart, showing off those big breasts! Who are you flaunting for?"

"That diamond on her tiara is massive! How much did it cost? Leaving that for the mistress is a sin!"

My dress was torn to shreds, and my jewelry was snatched away.

Some folks even took advantage of the chaos to grope my chest and my butt.

"Call the police!"

Amid my struggling, I shouted at Yale, who was mingling with his family and friends.

We had planned two engagement banquets, with today reserved solely for the groom's relatives and friends.

Unfortunately for me, Yale only stood aside and watched coldly. "You're a mistress. You deserve to be beaten! A woman like you is not worthy of someone like me. I'm calling off this wedding!"

With that, he dropped the microphone and left.

I always thought he had a pure and kind heart, which was why I didn't mind that he and his family were draining my resources. I was truly blind!

All the attendees present cursed and swore at me. Not a single relative or friend of his cared about me.

I was so furious I thought I would go nuts. I struggled to break free from their grasp; my mind was set on calling the police.

Just as I keyed in the first digit, Sylvia swiped my phone from my hands and flung it to the ground.

The screen immediately shattered.

Like bandits, the horde tore through all the engagement gifts I hadn't even had the time to unwrap.

"A diamond watch! This must be worth over 100 thousand dollars. A mistress doesn't deserve this!"

"So many nice things for the mistress. What right does she have to own them?"

They pocketed the smaller items like watches and jewelry. What they couldn't take, they cut, smashed, or threw around.

I hadn't been this infuriated in ages. "I'm warning you—what you're doing now is illegal! Sylvia Warner, get a grip on the people you've brought.

"The things you're trashing and stealing are worth nearly five million dollars. This is an amount that you won't be able to afford even if you sold your husband's company!"

I had organized all the arrangements for the engagement banquets and drinks. These alone cost nearly 150 thousand dollars.

My diamond tiara was custom-made.

Taking into consideration the gifts my family and friends had specially sent me, the total amount could only be a multiple of that.

Yet, Sylvia didn't seem interested in anything else but cursing me out. "You filthy witch! Everything you're wearing belongs to me. How dare you come flaunting my husband's things? Who do you think you are? Strip her!"

The crowd pounced at me.

Someone even took out a knife. "Guys, hit the like button! Once we get 500 thousand likes, we'll slash the mistress' face!"

The fruit knife looked incredibly sharp. I had no doubt it would pierce my face effortlessly.

In my entire life, I had never been in a fight, nor gone haywire. I was never one to take risks.

But I couldn't bear this any longer. I couldn't stand being bullied like a defenseless little chick!

"You're just garbage who call yourselves the Anti-Mistress Alliance. Do you really think that gives you the right to be lawless?"

Raving mad, I charged at them. I snatched the knife from the woman's hand and plunged it into her body without hesitation.

I didn't even look to see where I had struck her. What followed immediately was a scream of agony from the mass. "The mistress is attempting murder!"

At best, murder would be an act of excessive self-defense.

I'd rather go to prison than suffer this unreasonable disaster and let others bully me!

The stabbed woman collapsed to the ground. Her blood flowed out at an alarming rate.

The group of people backed away in a panic and tried to escape.

My wrath was blazing within me. I tossed the knife aside and picked up a rod they'd thrown on the ground. Those who were seeking trouble and taunting me with sarcasm each got a whack.

I pulled Sylvia back by her hair and kicked her in the stomach. I knocked her to the ground.

Then, I stepped on her face, took her phone, and called my secretary.

"This is Yvette Stone. Notify Frederick Lane right now that the investment is canceled!

"Also, call the police and arrange for a lawyer. I have been robbed and verbally assaulted in public. All of them must go to jail!"

The police arrived quicker than I expected.

Some frightened soul must have called them when I stabbed the woman.

As soon as they turned up at the scene, they arranged for the stab victim to be sent to the hospital. Then, they started taking photos for evidence.

Feeling like she had found support, Sylvia latched onto the policeman's arm like a leech.

"Sir, you came at the perfect time! I am the wife. Yet, this mistress dared to strike me. She even attempted to kill someone. You have to arrest her right now and give her the death penalty!"

The Anti-Mistress Alliance echoed in unison, "A filthy mistress who dares hit the wife deserves to die!"

They went on, "Mistresses should take beatings quietly. Yet, you dared fight back! Bill all medical costs to her!"

"Everyone, give a thumbs-up and support the police in arresting this filthy woman."

The rod was still in my hand, and my white dress was stained red by blood. I chose to completely ignore their nonsense.

I simply turned to the officer and said, "These people publicly stripped me, robbed me, and even tried to knife me in the face. My actions were all in self-defense.

"Besides, my diamond tiara, which they smashed to pieces, cost nearly half a million dollars. The bottle of wine they shattered was another 70 thousand. The luxury bags they so cleverly slashed and the flowers they trampled on were worth about 150 thousand each.

"This dress they tore was about 20 grand. And last but not least, the engagement cake they overturned cost 30 thousand dollars.

"On top of that, they stole several luxury watches, gold jewelry, diamond earrings, and necklaces, among other items. I would say a rough estimate of the stolen and damaged goods stands at just over five million dollars. I will have my lawyer issue the invoices shortly."

Such actions could get them charged with disorderly conduct, robbery, or harassment and assault.

It was obvious that robbery carried a heavier sentence.

My attorney had all my trust in achieving the outcome I desired.

As soon as the police realized the extent of damage involved, they advised Sylvia and her group, "If I were you, I would be down on my knees right now.

"I'd apologize, make amends, and return everything that was stolen. If Ms. Stone chooses not to let go of such an amount, the main offenders could face no less than 10 years in prison."

Nonetheless, the group remained unfazed.

Yale, who had come back at some point, sneered. "Ms. Warner, everything this mistress eats and owns was provided by your husband. These items are rightfully your marital property. There's no crime in smashing your own belongings in the spur of the moment, is there?"

Instead of taking my side, here he was defending some psycho woman.

Never had I felt so disgusted by him!

Hearing his rationale, Sylvia arrogantly tipped her chin upward.

"Exactly. Everything that she supposedly owns is all gifts from my husband. I didn't like my diamond tiara, so I smashed it. I wasn't in the mood for red wine, so I threw it out. I'm rich, and don't mind wasting my money however I want. What does this have to do with you poor nobodies?"

I couldn't help but scoff at her big-headed statements. "Gifts? Do you really think your husband can afford these 'gifts'? Do you even know how much savings your own family has?"

The officers also frowned and asked Sylvia, "Do you have any proof that these were gifts from your husband?"

"What sort of proof do you need? She is my husband's mistress! If he didn't buy them for her, how could she have gotten her hands on them?" Sylvia retorted smugly.

Yale chipped in again to back her up. "Yvette is just a poor girl from the countryside; she went to college on loans. Where would she possibly get the money for luxury goods?"

At this point, I had completely given up all hope on Yale. Explaining myself wasn't even worth it.

I was long past the limits of my patience. "If you have proof, don't hold back—show it. If not, pay the charges and rot in jail. It's that simple!"

Knowing that the problem wouldn't be resolved anytime soon, the police ushered us all to the station.

Yale tagged along as he was eager to get on Sylvia's good side. I could tell that he wished for her to invest in some of his paintings.

Seeing his face, I felt sick to the stomach. "It's a real blessing that I got to see your true colors before we got married. Remember this: I'm the one who's done with you. You better pray that you don't regret your actions later, for it wouldn't change anything by then!"

Though he was only a little nameless painter, I never once looked down on him, nor spoke to him in a tone like such.

Fuming, Yale yelled back, "I'd have to be insane to regret this! You are a kept woman spending someone else's money. You act like a boss in front of me, with the ultimate plan of having me marry you, a filthy woman. I don't get how you have no shame!"

He was desperate to watch me get punished. "Ms. Warner, have your husband come over to provide evidence. Let's see if she can still be arrogant then!"

Without wasting another minute, Sylvia dialed up her husband's phone. "Honey, I'm being bullied. Come to the Marina Street police station now."

With that, she hung up and turned to me with a vicious glare.

She continued snapping at me, "You must have been kicked in the head by a donkey, to stand up against the wife! As a mistress, you attacked me and stabbed my sister... I will make you repay every last penny my husband has ever spent on you. Just wait till you're bankrupt and sitting all alone in jail!"

I laughed coldly. "Sure. Remember that part—that will be your fate."

Yale snickered. "You must have really lost your mind. How could you as a mistress still act tough against the wife?"

Just at that moment, someone hollered, "Look, Ms. Warner's husband is here!"

"Hahaha! I can't wait to see the mistress kneel and beg for mercy. Everyone, like this stream! Let's get a close-up of this wench being put in her place!"

As they watched Frederick step into the station, the crowd started to gather round even closer. The room was buzzing with excitement.

Over a dozen phone cameras were pinned on Sylvia, Frederick, and myself.

Sylvia shot me a death glare and sashayed over to Frederick. "Honey..."

"Shut your mouth! You have caused me enough trouble already!"

Following that, he slapped her hard across the face. Before she could react, he dragged her over to me.

He kicked her in the back of her knee and forced her to kneel before me. Immediately afterward, he dropped to his knees beside her.