"My fiancé and I were practically at the courthouse to tie the knot when this shameless woman sent me pictures of them together in bed, pressuring me to step aside. She claimed my fiancé didn't love me, insisting that the real home wrecker is the unloved one!"

Tears streamed down her face as she spoke.

The chat erupted with support, vilifying the other woman.

[That's just the typical excuse of a homewrecker!]

[How can she strut around so righteous? Does she have no shame at all?]

[It's absurd. Shouldn't someone take care of mistresses like her permanently?]

The livestream was rallying around her, with some viewers practically ready to take action themselves.

I furrowed my brows, shocked that Chris could do such a thing to a woman who clearly loved him.

When did he start going down this path, messing with someone's feelings like that?

As a kid, Chris was always the perfect gentleman, so respectful and polite.

I immediately closed the stream and dialed his number.

As soon as he answered, "Hey, sis."

I blasted him, "Wow, really stepping up in the world, huh? Now you're messing with girls?"

Chris sounded genuinely confused, "Sis, what's all this about?"

I snapped, "Cut the act. Come clean now, or it'll be worse when I find out."

Silence followed, then a timid, "You mean the exam I failed back in junior year?"

I lost it, "No games now!"

His denial was infuriating.

At that point, I was more inclined to believe Emily.

After all, why would she jeopardize her own reputation?

I was determined to uncover the truth.

"Get home now," I ordered Chris and hung up.

Then I called my assistant to investigate further.

No sooner had I hung up than a knock came at the door.

Muttering about Chris' unexpected speed, I opened it.

Instantly, I was knocked down by a sudden force.

A crowd stormed in, and several phones were thrust into my face.

"Look closely, folks—this is what happens when no one teaches you right!"

"If your family won't teach you, then it's up to society's 'Mom Squad' to step in!"

"Think you're above the law with your antics? We're here to prove you wrong!"

I shoved them back, recognizing them from the stream.

Struggling to rise, Emily stepped forward, her stiletto heels pressing into me.

I gasped in pain, instinctively protecting my stomach.

Her heel ground harder into my cheek as she venomously spat,

"Feeling smug, stealing other people's men, huh?"

My mind was ringing.

The invading women took turns lecturing me, using kitchen utensils as their pointers.

I clutched my head, protecting myself, "I have no idea what you're on about! Emily, look at me—do you even recognize who I am?!"

Emily scoffed and slapped me, "You know my name yet you chase after my man? You like the thrill, is that it?"

They took turns hitting and kicking me.

"Still pretending? Trying to trap a man with those looks? You tramp! Like your life depends on it!"

"You were raised with no manners, so we're here to give you the lesson you missed!"

I struggled but couldn't break free.

Hearing a familiar voice from next door, I screamed for help.

They only laughed harder.

Dragging me by the hair, they paraded me in front of the neighbors, "This woman here, a known mistress. Shame on anyone living near her!"

The neighbors quickly retreated, holding their noses.

Emboldened by the recognition, the women's laughter grew even wilder.

They pulled me back inside, and Emily noticed the engagement ring on my finger.

Her eyes widened, "Married and still on the prowl? Typical mistress behavior!"

The crowd egged her on, "In the old days, we'd have drowned someone like you!"

"Utterly lawless, with no respect for decency!"

"What, your man isn't enough for you? Looking for more, are you?"

The woman filming taunted, "If it weren't for homewreckers like you, our husbands would be home where they belong!"

The online crowd cheered on, relishing the drama, itching to reach through the screen.

Emily looked around, satisfied with the support.

Clapping her hands, she called, "Mrs. Johnson, bring the prop!"

Someone stepped forward with a chair.

Its seat was covered in spikes!

Emily's smirk grew as she saw me shudder, "Lucky for you, we're not in medieval times, or it'd be the dunking stool for you!"

They pushed me toward the spiked chair.

Terrified, I shouted, "Emily! Do you realize what you're doing? Look at me—I'm Chris' sister!"

"Sister? Ha!"

She kicked me, her tone cutting, "Blood sister? Or just playing 'sister'?"

Looking down at me, she added mockingly, "I almost forgot!"

"Sending those messages to my fiancé, calling you 'sister'—do you role-play that in bed too?"

Pain stabbed through my abdomen.

A cold sweat drenched me as I curled up on the floor.

I was clutching my belly, trying to protect the little life in my womb.

Desperately, I begged, "I'm pregnant. Please, take me to the hospital. I'll forget all this happened."

Emily's smirk twisted into a sneer. "What?! You dare to be pregnant? Trying to sneak into the Harris family through your baby, huh?"

She commanded them to drag me up and slammed me down onto the spiked chair.

The spikes tore into my flesh as they pressed down relentlessly, trying to pin me to the seat.

Emily cackled over the din, "Ancient folks had the right idea—custom-made for mistresses like you. Still fancy seducing men now?"

They tied me down with ropes to prevent any escape.

My pain seemed to delight them even more.

Shoving the camera in my face, the streamer announced, "And we're live! Today's lesson - how not to be a homewrecker!"

I cried out, weak yet furious, "Have you lost your minds? Breaking in over lies, is this a robbery now?"

Emily slapped me hard, her voice scornful, "You've got some nerve, talking back to the main woman in front of me, you little homewrecker!"

"I'm the one who's supposed to be meeting Chris' family as his bride. Whatever you've taken from him, you're going to pay it back."

With that, Emily grabbed a decorative piece nearby and threw it at me.

The crowd around her roared their approval, "Teach this little adulteress a lesson!"

"Make sure she never messes around again, or better yet, let's rid society of one more nuisance!"

"If no one's teaching her a lesson, let's do it live! Folks, got a homewrecker bothering you? Just hit the yellow icon and book us!"

The live comments surged, full of vindictive support for the streamers.

Donations and gifts streamed in, propelling the broadcast to the top of the charts.

Fueled by their own grudges, viewers seemed eager to reach through the screen and join the fray.

The women went wild, destroying every famous and expansive antique and artwork in sight.

Emily ripped apart a crystal necklace I had intended to gift her, her eyes glinting maliciously.

"You think you deserve luxury? After leeching so much from Chris, and now carrying his child..."

I dodged the objects she hurled at me, fixing her with a fierce glare, "How many times must I tell you—you've got it all wrong! Is there no justice in your eyes?"

"Justice?" She scoffed.

She advanced and punched me in the stomach.

"I am the justice! Heard of Chris' real sister, the business queen? She likes me and backs me all the way!"