I simply bought my husband a pack of underwear. Yet, I was accused of being the mistress by the nanny I hired for him.

She was pregnant and brought a group of village men to confront me at the hospital.

"A doctor, being a mistress? How despicable!"

"Smash everything! Make this wretched woman pay until she's bankrupt!"

"Dare to seduce my husband? I'll make sure you're notorious online, and you'll never be a doctor again!"

They smashed the hospital equipment with sticks, pinned me down, broke my leg, and then stabbed a knife into the palm of my right hand, rendering it useless so I could never perform surgery again.

After sending them to the police station, I coldly called my husband.

"Compensate the hospital for all the damages, then go to jail!"

***

After six long months of training, I finally returned to the hospital. Since it wasn't yet time for work and my colleagues hadn't arrived, I decided to browse my phone in the lounge.

As soon as I opened my phone, I was greeted with a live stream notification.

In the stream, a pregnant woman was holding a box of underwear in front of the camera, with a mansion as her backdrop.

"Everyone, take a look! The mistress even sent underwear to my husband, right to our home! This wretch is flaunting her triumph in front of me!"

The pregnant woman violently tore open the box of underwear, showing everyone the brand label. "It's even a luxury brand! She dared to spend my husband's money to humiliate me! And I'm pregnant! She's trying to take my place!"

I took a closer look. Coincidentally, the underwear I had sent to my husband a few days ago was from the same brand. Although pricey, the quality was excellent, and my husband liked it.

The livestream was flooded with angry comments.

"She's shameless! Support the wife in beating the mistress!"

"Such a vile woman should be dragged through the streets and beaten to death!"

As a fellow married woman, I sympathized with her and sent her a virtual gift to show support.

The pregnant woman, cradling her belly, stood up. "Women may seem weak, but mothers are strong. For my baby, I have to be strong! I'll find that mistress and make her pay!"

The audience immediately began flooding the screen with comments, all calling for violence against the mistress.

As the pregnant woman bowed her head, her beauty filter failed, revealing her real face. I was stunned. It was Linda White, the nanny I had hired for my husband!

Six months ago, I had been abruptly notified about my training and had to leave in a hurry.

Worried that my husband wouldn't eat properly, I contacted an agency via social media to arrange a nanny for him.

Initially, the agency had recommended an older lady, but when I saw Linda's profile, detailing how she had to leave school early to work due to having many children at home, I felt sorry for her and chose her instead.

I never expected that she would marry a wealthy man and encounter such an infuriating situation.

I immediately messaged her privately, "Stay strong, sis! If you need a lawyer or some muscle, feel free to contact me. I've got connections!"

She responded quickly, "Thanks, sis! I've already called a bunch of brothers from my hometown. They'll help me take down the mistress!"

Knowing she had help, I felt at ease.

But it was strange that she had resigned and gotten married, yet my husband hadn't mentioned it.

How had my husband been managing during all this time?

Just as I was mulling over this, a patient from out of town arrived to see me. I quickly put away my phone and started my consultations.

After finishing with my first patient, I heard a commotion at the door of my office.

Stepping out, I saw a group of large men standing menacingly, glaring at me.

My first thought was that it was a medical dispute, but I hadn't seen patients for the past six months, and I hadn't heard of any issues with my previous patients.

For safety, I decided to retreat to my office.

However, before I could do so, one of the men picked up a mop leaning against the wall and struck me in the knee.

I fell to the ground, looking up at them. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Of course, we're here to beat the mistress to death!" Linda emerged from behind the men, cradling her belly.

"Everyone, take a look! This is Dr. Gloria Yukio from the big hospital. She's a mistress! She stole my husband and wants my child to be fatherless!" Linda shoved her phone in my face, filming me.

She wasn't satisfied just with that. She slapped me hard across the face.

"This immoral, filthy woman is destroying marriages. Be careful if you come to her for treatment. You might catch a gynecological disease!"

Dizzy from the slap, I raised my hand to block her phone.

"You've got it wrong. I've been married to my husband for years. How could I steal your husband, and I..."

Before I could finish, Linda snatched my phone away and slapped me again, the phone nearly hitting my nose.

"You still dare argue? Let's see if your words are stronger than my brothers' fists!"

Linda stood up with a sneer and commanded her brothers.

"Beat her!"

The men swarmed me, kicking me to the ground, one kick after another.

I curled up, covering my head. "Let go of me! I told you, you've got the wrong person. If you don't stop, you'll end up in jail!"

Unexpectedly, Linda burst into laughter.

"A mistress deserves divine punishment. A wife beating the other woman is only right! Who dares arrest me?!"

I wanted to say more, but my leg was in agonizing pain, possibly broken.

Linda laughed even louder.

"Keep going! Beat her to death! My husband has plenty of money!"

The men kept kicking me, while the one with the mop struck my back and legs repeatedly.

Enduring the pain, I shouted, "I told you, you've got the wrong person! You've already injured me, and if you don't stop, jail time will be the least of your worries!"

Linda motioned for the men to stop, then grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back.

"Still arguing? You sent those underwear to my husband. Your name and phone number are clearly on the package—Gloria Yukio! Your phone number is even listed on the hospital's website! You're the mistress!"

Linda let go of my hair and threw a package at me.

Struggling, I picked up the package and examined the label. Sure enough, it bore my name and phone number, with the recipient being my husband, Martin Best.

It was indeed the package I had sent him.

"Do you see it clearly? My husband hid it, but I still found it, you wretched woman!"

I was shocked as I stared at Linda. It turned out that after becoming my husband's nanny, she had seduced him and "married" him!

No wonder my husband never mentioned that Linda had quit—she never left!

And the child she was carrying was his!

My moment of compassion had brought a wolf into my home!

Seeing me speechless, Linda became even more smug. "What? No more words? You really won't admit your wrongs until you see the grave!"

"I'm Martin's wife! You're the real mistress!" I shouted in fury.

Linda froze for a moment.

But quickly, she pulled out some photos from her phone and shoved them in my face.

The phone displayed picture after picture of a rural wedding banquet.

Martin and Linda had actually held a wedding in the countryside!

Linda then showed me the deed to the mansion she was living in, claiming it was the house Martin had bought her as their marital home!

That was my money!

Rage surged within me, almost making me cough up blood.

Linda kicked me hard again, then showed the photos to the surrounding patients and their families.

"This mistress not only won't admit her guilt, but she's also trying to pin the blame on me! Too bad I have evidence!"

"Everyone, take a look! These are the wedding photos of me and my husband. I'm his legally wedded wife!"

"Now, this mistress dares to pose as the real wife! I've never seen anyone so shameless!"

The patients and families, who had just been watching the scene unfold, now started to chime in.

"A mistress like that shouldn't be treating people! And she's the department head, too!"

"She's probably sleeping her way to the top, being so young and already a department head!"

"They should fire her! A mistress doesn't deserve to be a doctor!"

Hearing the crowd talk like this, Linda became even more triumphant.

"The public is wise! If I were you, I'd jump off this building right now!"

I lay on the ground, weakly looking toward one of the bystanders.

"Could someone please call security? I swear, I'm not a mistress."

Linda grabbed a cup of water from someone nearby and poured it over me.

Luckily, the water wasn't too hot, so it didn't burn me.

"You wretched woman! No one's going to help you call security!" Linda was still filming me with her phone. "Did everyone see that? This mistress still won't admit her guilt! What do you all think it'll take to make her confess?"

"Pull out her nails? Cut off her ears? Shave her head?"

Listening to Linda read out the comments, I felt both angry and terrified.

"You wouldn't dare! Even if no one calls security, they'll be patrolling here soon. By then, there will be no escape for you!"

Linda let out a maniacal laugh. "No escape? I'll make sure you have no escape first!"

She glanced at her brothers.

"Smash all the hospital equipment! I heard these machines are worth millions each. Break them all, and let's see how she can afford to pay for it!"

I widened my eyes in shock. "There are still patients in the hospital! If you destroy the equipment, what will happen to them?"

But Linda sneered, waving her hand.

The men ran into the treatment rooms and examination areas, smashing the equipment with all their strength.

I watched as the machines were destroyed one by one, collapsing to the ground in despair, feeling utterly helpless.

Seeing my weakened state, Linda became even more pleased with herself. She spotted a row of test tubes in my office and reached for them.

I struggled to move forward, trying to stop her. "Put them down! Those are patient samples for testing!"

Linda let go, and the test tubes shattered on the floor.

I nearly fainted from the shock, barely catching my breath. When I saw her pick up a pile of patient records, ready to tear them apart, I weakly asked, "What do you really want?"

Linda filmed me as she spoke.

"This wretched mistress still has the nerve to ask what I want. I'm going to make sure you never work as a doctor again! You'll be ridiculed for the rest of your life!"

She started reading the comments again.

"Support the sister! I'll throw rotten vegetables at her!"

"I'll throw rotten eggs!"

"That's the way! Make sure she can't work or show her face in public again!"

Leaning against the wall, I stood up, dragging my broken leg as I walked toward her. I reached out to grab the phone she was using to livestream.

But she was faster than me. Not only did I fail to grab the phone, but she also caught hold of my hair, shoving my face right into the phone's camera.

"Did everyone see? This mistress dared to try and snatch my phone! Now she's finally embarrassed, but it's too late!"

"I suddenly feel like this isn't enough. Should I disfigure her face?"

My heart skipped a beat.

From somewhere, Linda pulled out a knife and pressed it against my cheek. The blade was sharp, and my face was immediately cut, the pain so intense I nearly screamed.

"I'd like to see how you'll seduce my husband after your face is ruined!"

She grabbed my neck with one hand and held a knife near my face with the other.

"Tell me, should I carve 'bitch' on your face, or 'slut'? How about both?"

I didn't dare move. I could only try pleading with the onlookers, "Whoever helps me, I'll give you my watch! It's worth two million!"

The crowd exploded.

"Two million!"

"I'll go get security!"

"I know that watch! It's really worth two million!"

But Linda sneered, "That watch is fake. How could a mistress have a two-million-dollar watch?"

She glared at the crowd, "I dare anyone to get security! I'll beat you too!"

The crowd fell silent.

Linda's brothers stormed into my office.

"Linda, don't worry, we've smashed everything that can be smashed!"

"And anything that couldn't be smashed, we cut the wires!"

Linda nodded in satisfaction.

My heart bled. The hospital equipment was expensive, but that was the least of my worries. Some of it had taken months to arrive from overseas.

Linda slashed another cut across my face.

"Looks like just ruining your face isn't enough," her eyes trailed down to my hand. "I'll ruin your hand today, so you'll be useless for the rest of your life!"

I was stunned by her words.

My face could be injured, but not my hands.

If my hands were crippled, how would I ever perform surgery again?

"No!" I hid my hands behind me, "If you dare touch my hands, you'll regret it!"

But the pain in my expression only excited Linda further.

She pointed her phone at me and continued her live stream.

"Everyone, take a good look! This bitch cares most about her hands, and I'm about to stab them!"

"This is what happens to mistresses! They'll never be doctors again!"

With that, Linda raised the knife and aimed it at my hand.

"Stop!" I screamed, "If you stab me, I swear I'll kill you!"

Linda smirked and continued to bring the knife down.

I struggled free from her grasp, dragging my fractured leg as I ran.

Blood streamed down my face, and my entire body hurt. Cold sweat soaked me.

"Stop her!" Linda shouted.

The crowd quickly surrounded me, blocking my escape.

"Please, let me go! I have surgery to perform. My hands can't be injured..."

Before I could finish, one of Linda's brothers grabbed me and threw me to the ground.

My injured face scraped against the floor, sending waves of pain through me.

"Hold her hand to the ground!" Linda, clutching her belly, crouched beside me with a menacing look, raising the knife towards my hand.

"Wait, even if she's a mistress, just beating her up is enough. There's no need to cripple her hand," someone from the crowd whispered.

Linda immediately snapped back, "She ruined my family! I'm already being merciful by not killing her. Are you siding with her? Are you a mistress too?"

Someone in the crowd echoed Linda, "Exactly! The wife has every right to beat a mistress. Who else would sympathize with a mistress?"

The person who had spoken up backed off, no longer daring to say anything.

"If anyone else speaks up for her, I'll show your faces to everyone on this live stream. Let's see what the supporters of mistresses look like!"

With that, Linda plunged the knife into my hand.

Blood gushed out, staining the floor red.

The pain was so intense that my vision went black. I struggled, but a foot stomped on my injured leg.

Linda pulled the knife out, and I screamed in agony. Then she stabbed it into my hand again, and I almost passed out from the pain.

I bit my lip so hard it bled, trying to stay conscious.

My hand was destroyed.

Since I was a child, I had always wanted to be a doctor. I had spent years studying, passing countless exams, and undergoing extensive training to become one.

My parents had even built this hospital for me, so I could practice medicine freely, away from the corruption of other hospitals.

And up until now, my surgery success rate had been 100%. My mentor said that if I honed my skills further, I could become even better.

But now, my success rate would forever remain at 100%, because I would never perform surgery again.

In moments of extreme pain, people sometimes find hidden strength. I broke free from their hold and ran to my office, hoping to call the police.

But before I could reach my phone, Linda grabbed me again, kicking me to the ground and stomping on my right hand.

The pain was unbearable. Cold sweat dripped from my body as my vision went dark, and I passed out.

But the next second, someone forcefully pinched my philtrum.

"You don't deserve to faint. Wake up!"

I weakly opened my eyes to see Linda's vicious smile.

She ground her foot into my right hand, looking around at the crowd like a victor.

"If you dare be a mistress, you must bear the consequences!"

Suddenly, a group of security guards rushed over.

They finally realized something was wrong.

I struggled to look at them.

"These people smashed the hospital and injured me! Arrest them all!"

"And call the police!"

The police arrived quickly. As soon as Linda saw them, she shouted, "Gloria Yukio is a mistress! She stole my husband!"

But she hadn't expected the police to coldly glance at her. "We checked the household registration system after receiving the call. Gloria and Martin registered their marriage five years ago. They are legally married."