I sent a sexy private photo to my husband on a whim, but his 'girlfriend mistook me for his mistress.

She brought a group of internet celebrities and, under the guise of 'punishing the mistress', dug up my mother's grave and acted recklessly on top of her tombstone.

She even broke into my house, slapped me, and forced me to kneel down, making my house in a mess.

"You despicable woman, I'm Matthew's wife. You better kneel down and beg for mercy!"

I slapped her in the face.

"Antique calligraphy and painting, designer shoes and bags, gold and jewelry, which are worth billions. When it's time to compensate, don't cry and kneel down to beg me!"

My useless husband dared to cheat on me behind my back?

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Just as I finished sweeping my mother's tomb, and was on my way home, I saw a live broadcast on my phone.

The live broadcast was at a cemetery.

A tombstone was smashed into pieces, and the words on it were no longer legible.

A group of women were stepping on the tombstone, holding shovels and digging the graves little by little.

The background was a large banner with the slogan: "Down with the mistress, acting for justice".

The anchor was holding a mobile phone with a professional microphone and passionately commentating,

"Welcome to my live broadcast. I'm taking revenge on the mistress! Guys, please follow my channel if you like it! I will soon live broadcast the excavation of the mistress' ancestral grave!

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Being able to raise a despicable daughter, her dead mother must also be a despicable woman!

What right does the despicable woman have to buy a grave with my money? Guys, give me likes and gifts if you support me in digging the grave of the despicable woman!"

The bullet comments below were scrolling quickly.

[Damn! How exciting it is to dig graves on the spot!]

[I hate cheaters the most in my life. This kind of people should die! Girl, go for it! After dealing with her mother, go and teach the despicable woman a lesson!]

[I suggest digging up all the ancestors of the mistress and whipping their corpses! Let's see who dares to cheat!]

The internet was like a lawless place where people freely spread their malice.

In the midst of the crazy remarks, there are occasionally a few dissenting voices.

[Although the mistress is despicable, we should respect the deceased, and it is not appropriate to dig up their ancestors' graves, right?]

[To be honest, it seems like it's illegal to secretly dig someone's grave...]

As soon as the bullet comment appeared, it was instantly besieged by so-called righteous netizens.

[How much money does it take to sleep with you for a night, since you're speaking up for the mistress like this? You must be a shameless mistress yourself!]

[Seriously? Don't you find it disgusting? Even those whores are better than those mistresses. At least they don't destroy others' families or do immoral things.]

[Guys, let's go and uphold justice! Let's all search for this despicable woman who supports the despicable mistress!]

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room was increasing, and netizens were becoming more and more excited. They were sending gifts one after another, urging everyone to quickly dig up the grave. They wanted to see what the ashes of the old scoundrel looked like.

I frowned.

Nowadays, in order to attract attention, some anchors really had no morality.

The cemetery is a place for the deceased to rest, not for them to be used for sensational live streaming.

At this moment, the grave digging team exclaimed, "We found it! We found the ashes of the old scoundrel!"

The anchor held the ashes and spoke excitedly,

"Everyone, give me likes and gifts if you like my content!

I have the ashes of the old scoundrel in my hands. The right to dispose of the ashes is given to you guys!

If you want to see the ashes of the old scoundrel being thrown somewhere, type 1. If you want to see the ashes being peed, type 2! Guys, type the numbers in the comment!"

The bullet comments were rolling crazily, all filled with numbers.

Seeing the popularity of the live stream skyrocketing and the emotions of netizens being stirred up, the anchor turned the camera to a woman with red eyes.

The woman, with a five to six-month pregnant belly and delicate makeup, pitifully cried out.

"My husband and I have known each other since childhood, and we have a deep relationship. We started our business from scratch. However, the mistress sends sexy photos to seduce my husband every day.

She even threatened to kill the child in my belly and called me a slut. She said I am not worthy of giving birth to my husband's child. Only she is qualified.

My life and my baby's life are threatened. I had no choice but to dig up the grave of the mistress' mother to give her a warning.

My husband was even forced to give money to buy this grave. She wanted money, so I gave it to her. But she wants the lives of me and my unborn child!

For the sake of my child, I will fight the mistress to the end!"

The words made netizens sympathize with the pregnant woman, and their insults and hatred towards the mistress reached its peak.

They sent gifts one after another, urging the host to quickly throw the ashes of the old slut somewhere and teach the mistress a lesson.

I shook my head. I thought this live broadcast was too extreme. It must be for attention-seeking. I just skipped it.

I went to the mall for a while and bought a lace camisole nightgown. I was ready to surprise my husband when he came back.

Just as I got home, I heard the door being knocked loudly.

I thought the delivery had arrived, completely unprepared. when I just opened the door, a group of unexpected guests immediately pushed the door open.

Before I could react, countless mobile phones were shown before my face.

"Guys, this bitch is the mistress we're gonna beat today, With a seductive face, she's obviously a slut!"

"Look at her tender skin, she must have fooled around with lots of men. What a slut!"

"Look at this big flat, it must cost several million of dollars! We ordinary people can't afford a toilet even if we work hard for a lifetime!"

"No wonder this bitch wants to be a mistress. By pleasing a man, she can live in a luxury mansion! We can't afford to buy one even through efforts of several generations!"

Amidst a wave of insults, I finally came to my senses.

Only then did I realize that this group of women was the same group on the live-stream, who dug a poor old woman's grave.

How did they end up coming to my house to beat the mistress?

Looking at a large group of people, their dirty shoes stepping on my custom-made wool carpet, I frowned tightly.

"You must have found the wrong person. I..."

Before I could finish my sentence, I was slapped hard in the face.

With a loud "smack", I was hit so hard that my head was spinning, and I almost lost my balance.

"You bitch! Taking my husband's money and living in such a big house, where do you get the nerve?"

The one who attacked me was the pregnant woman who had cried during the live broadcast.

Although it was quite pitiful that she was betrayed by her husband. She's acting crazy, coming to my door without even figuring out who the other woman was.

I tried my best to suppress my anger and said, "Madam, I don't know your husband, and I'm not the woman you're talking about. You've got it wrong. Please leave."

She seemed to find it very funny and shouted in a high-pitched voice,

"Leave? This house, everything here, belongs to my husband. Who do you think you are? How dare you tell me to leave!

"What? You have the nerve to be a mistress, but you don't have the nerve to admit it?"

She took out her phone, opened the album, pulled out a provocative photo, and showed it to the cameras.

"Still denying it? This provocative photo is yours, right?

Why are you so despicable? Sending such provocative photos to my husband, can't you live without a man?"

At the moment I saw the photo, my mind went blank, and a chill ran through my body.

This photo was exactly the sexy and intimate photo I sent to my husband, Matthew!

The pregnant woman in front of me, how could she have the photo I sent to my husband?

I took a closer look, and the angle of the photo seemed to be taken secretly from a chat record, and the avatars in the photo were exactly me and my husband, Matthew!

The word "cheating" exploded in my mind instantly!

I asked incredulously, "Your husband is..."

The pregnant woman straightened her pregnant belly, with the air of a legitimate wife, "What are you pretending for? My husband is Matthew, the famous businessman!

And I am his original wife, Yvette!"

I suddenly realized!

So, the childhood sweetheart she mentioned and her deeply affectionate husband, was my husband, who joined my family!

And she found the private photos that I sent to my husband, and claimed that I was the mistress who seduced her "husband"!

An hour ago, I saw Yvette in the live streaming about catching a mistress, and I was still glad that my husband was loyal to me.

Who knew that the slap in the face would come so quickly, and the clown turned out to be myself!

My husband, who loved and cared for me, actually has cheated on me behind my back!

The mistress was even five or six months pregnant!

She even came to my door with a pregnant belly, arrogantly demanding an explanation from me!

But it was really... too much!

I looked at Yvette, my voice cold, "Yvette, I advise you to ask Matthew clearly, who I am after on earth!"

She sat on the sofa, with the posture of Matthew's wife, disdainfully said, "Who can you be?

Aren't you just a mistress who sells herself for money? Look at your slutty appearance, if it weren't for you seducing my husband, would my husband fall for you?"

She said arrogantly, "Don't you like to flirt with Matthew? Don't you like to send these flirty photos to my husband?

I'll be kind enough to let the netizens appreciate your slutty appearance! Maybe I can find more patrons for you!"

The anchors also aimed the camera at my face and shouted loudly, "Guys, a little treat for you all!"

"Give me likes if you wanna see the pictures. If it reaches 5 million likes, we'll release explicit photos of the mistress!"

"Guys, look at her delicate skin, big boobs, and the seductive face. I don't know her body count, but she must be skilled in bed!"

"If you want to see the photos, remember to give me likes"'

The live broadcast instantly went viral, with a large number of malicious people crazily spamming bullet comments.

[The anchor is so nice! The benefits are real!]

[It's not good for you to see the vulgar and explicit photos of a despicable woman. I, as an insignificant person, have to see them on behalf of everyone.]

[Where is morality? Where is the bottom line? Where are the photos?]

I warned, "I remind you that spreading indecent photos without permission is a crime."

Yvette sneered, "You are so shameless to seduce my husband. Why are you pretending to be noble in front of me?

If you have the guts to take photos, why wouldn't I dare to post them? You, a slut who has been a slut, still have a sense of shame?"

After saying that, she clicked her phone a few times, and the anchor next to her seemed to be instantly energized, with shining eyes and a mouth that kept thanking for the expensive gifts sent by the netizens.

It seemed that she had already made my private photos public in the live broadcast room.

I warned coldly, "Yvette, I warn you again. Take your people and leave my house! Otherwise, I will call the police!"

Yvette seemed to have heard a huge joke, with a face full of mockery.

"Police? So absurd. You, a despicable mistress, dare to threaten me, the legitimate wife, so arrogantly?

I think the one who should leave is you!"

She picked up a crystal ornament worth hundreds of dollars from the coffee table, and then let go of her hand. It fell to the ground with a loud "bang" and shattered all over the floor.

"You bitch need to understand that the money you spend is my husband's. The luxury house you live belongs to my husband, and everything here belongs to my husband.

I can smash whatever belongs to my husband! Alas, my husband is rich, so I can smash it for fun!"

The anchors became even more excited.

"Guys, get hyped! Today, I will take you to experience smashing the luxury house of a despicable mistress!"

In an instant, the likes and expensive gifts in the live broadcast room were flooding in, almost causing the live broadcast room to crash.

A group of women, like crazed dogs with red eyes, went mad and started smashing things in the house.