When the necklace fell to the ground, it broke apart, with emerald pieces scattering all around.

A keen-eyed expert suddenly picked up a piece of the emerald shard from the ground and muttered, "This looks like an authentic emerald necklace. Its starting price at an auction would be no less than two billion dollars."

Upon hearing that, everyone in the room couldn't help but gasp in shock, seemingly shocked by the outrageous price of the necklace.

Alyssa, however, sneered disdainfully, "As if she could afford such an expensive necklace! She must have tricked my man into giving it to her! What's wrong with me smashing my own man's stuff?

"Besides, my future mother-in-law is the richest woman. She adores me, and soon I'll marry into a prestigious family and become a high society lady. Forget about smashing this homewrecker's stuff. I could even kill her, and there wouldn't be any consequences!"

With her arms crossed over her chest, Alyssa stood there with an air of arrogance as though she were already a reigning queen.

It turned out she was so arrogant because of me. I sneered and said, "If your future mother-in-law sees you acting like this, you can forget about marrying into a prestigious family."

Alyssa instantly flew into a rage and demanded, "You bitch! Isn't it enough that you seduced my man? Now you're cursing me, too?

"I'm going to give you a proper beating today!

"Don't stop! Keep smashing everything to bits!"

With that, Alyssa led the charge, once again going on a rampage in my house.

The group of hosts, as if fueled by adrenaline, began to smash things even more frantically. This time, they went all out, smashing everything with great force.

They didn't miss a single thing—vases, antiques, valuable items, jewelry. They grabbed and shattered everything on the floor.

They even used scissors to cut up all the designer clothes and limited-edition bags, just like a gang of looters in a city.

The once clean and tidy villa turned into a complete mess within minutes of their rampage, littered with shards and trash everywhere.

I eyed the phone on the table and, while those maniacs weren't paying attention, slowly inched myself and the chair closer.

But just as I was about to call the police after grabbing the phone, one sharp-eyed host noticed me. She immediately rushed over, snatched the phone from my hand, and furiously smashed it to the ground.

"Trying to call the police? Where do you get the nerve, you shameless homewrecker?"

"From the moment you became a homewrecker, you should have realized there'd be a day you'd get what's coming to you."

"Exactly! Don't assume that just because being a homewrecker isn't illegal you're safe. We, the moral judges, are here to deal with immoral wretches like you!"

At that, the live chat was flooded with comments again. One netizen commented: [This is so thrilling!]

[This is how mistresses should be punished. It's so satisfying!]

I glanced at the broken phone on the ground and then at the frenzied crowd wreaking havoc before warning them, "You better stop now, or things will get really bad for you."

Rather than heeding my warning, they grew even more eager, smashing the antiques I had stored for years and completely wrecking the cabinet.

The more they smashed, the more enthusiastic they became, even interacting with the viewers in the livestream. One of the hosts asked, "Is today's live show exciting enough, guys?

"This woman is so shameless and pretentious. Does she think collecting these antiques makes her high-class?

"Her stashing away these treasures is a complete insult to their value!

"Hit the follow button, guys, so we can keep bringing justice and transform this bitch's place into a dump she deserves."

Seeing them getting more and more out of control, I couldn't be bothered to stop them anymore. I simply glanced at the surveillance cameras in the house. Their entire act had been recorded, and when the time came, I would make sure each and every one of them paid for it.

"Guys, let's make sure we didn't miss anything. We can't leave this homewrecker with anything in one piece." With those words, the group stormed into my bedroom and started ransacking the place.

"There's a storage box here!" someone exclaimed, coming out of the bedroom holding an intricately carved wooden box.

My expression changed drastically when I saw it, and I quickly said, "Leave that alone."

Upon seeing my sudden nervousness, Alyssa looked at me with a sneer and mocked, "Ha, weren't you pretending to be calm just now? What? Are you scared now?"

The hosts also became smug, and one of them said to the livestream, "Guys, this homewrecker seems to care a lot about what's inside this box. It must be something valuable!

"Can anyone guess what's inside?"

They became extremely excited as if they'd just won the lottery, and then laughed slyly at the camera. The viewers in the livestream eagerly commented, curious about the contents of the box.

I spoke cautiously, "There's nothing valuable in there, but it means a lot to me. Please don't mess with it."

Alyssa took the box and opened it, revealing a light green bracelet lying inside.

She sneered, "Huh, I thought it was something special. It's just a bracelet!" She then took out the bracelet and was about to smash it.

Upon seeing that, I couldn't help but shout, "Don't break it!"

Alyssa eyed me with amusement and taunted, "Give me one good reason not to."

I responded frankly, "I am Bryce's mother. This bracelet is a keepsake from Bryce's father. Please give it back to me."

I didn't even bat an eye when they destroyed the priceless antiques earlier. But this bracelet was different. It was the tenth-anniversary gift from my husband.

On the very day my husband gave me the gift, he had an accident and passed away. Even in his final moments, he held onto this bracelet tightly.

The bracelet held my husband's endless love for me and my deepest longing for him.

It was my most cherished possession. I couldn't let it be destroyed, so I had to use my identity to confront Alyssa.

She, however, didn't believe a word and retorted, "You're Bryce's mom? Well, then I'm your grandma."

With that, Alyssa didn't hesitate and threw the bracelet forcefully onto the ground.

A split second later, a loud thud resounded, accompanied by a clear, crisp breaking sound. The bracelet broke into pieces, scattering fragments all over the floor.

"No!" Watching my husband's keepsake being destroyed, I felt like my heart was being torn apart, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

The crowd burst into laughter at the sight of me. "Everyone, look! This bitch is actually crying!"

"What a joke! Did you ever consider that this would happen when you were busy seducing other women's men?"

"Don't think you can get away just because the law doesn't punish homewreckers. Remember, there are still righteous moral judges like us in this world!"

I stared at the broken bracelet pieces on the ground, my eyes red with anger, and said, "You will all regret this!"

The more I grieved, the happier they were, with many laughing loudly and clapping in delight.

One of the hosts even pointed the camera right at my face and asked, "Do you see this, guys? This is what happens to homewreckers!

"As long as we, the moral judges, take action, there isn't a single homewrecker we can't deal with.

"Just look at her pathetic state now. She can't do anything to us but rage helplessly!"

In an instant, the chat was flooded with messages of approval, and various gift effects filled the livestream.

The hosts were thrilled by the viewers' reactions, looking as pleased as if they had just won a major battle, their smiles nearly splitting their faces.

Alyssa, however, still wasn't satisfied. She suddenly pulled a small knife from her bag and came toward me.

She spat, "You whore. You only went after other people's men because you think your looks can get you anywhere, right?

"I'm going to cut up your face today. Then we'll see how you seduce men after this."

With that, Alyssa held my face and began slicing it with the knife, each slice causing piercing, unbearable pain.

Right after, blood began to gush out from my face, soaking my shoulder in a crimson stain that was horrifying to see.