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.

One anchor was holding up an antique blue and white porcelain vase and about to smash it on the ground. I kindly reminded,

“The calligraphy and paintings in this house, as well as the vases, are all antiques and quite valuable. It's better for you not to touch them. You can't afford to compensate for them.”

The anchor was frightened and held the vase, not knowing whether to smash it or not.

Yvette walked over and directly threw the vase on the ground, smashing it into pieces.

“What are you afraid of? This cheap woman is just a prostitute. She has no money! These must all be fake!

She pretends to be elegant, but she's just trying to increase her own value and sell herself for a higher price.

Besides, even the house was bought with my husband's money. These things belong to my husband. Therefore, they belong to me as well.

I can smash my own things if I want to. It makes me happy! Smash everything hard!”

Once Yvette spoke, the group of crazy women went wild, smashing and destroying everything,

precious calligraphy and paintings, antiques, luxurious clothes, handbags, and shoes. If anything that can be smashed, they smash it; anything that can't be smashed, they cut it with scissors,

precious watches, jewelry, and gold pieces, all went into their pockets, away from the camera's view.

Not long after, the large apartment that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars to renovate was smashed beyond recognition.

I looked up and saw the flashing red dot of the hidden camera.

They didn't know that their atrocities were not only fully recorded in their live broadcast room, but also clearly recorded by the surveillance cameras in my house.

Yvette was very satisfied with everyone's achievements.

She stood with her baby bump, her nostrils facing the sky.

"Joyce, you are so shameless to seduce my husband, threaten me, and even try to harm my child. You're heartless and outrageous!

"Have you ever thought about what retribution you would face on the day you became the other woman?"

"Let me tell you, what goes around, come around! You are so wicked, and your retribution has already come!

That would be me!"

She pointed at me triumphantly, "Now, I want you to kneel down and apologize to those poor women who have been hurt by you, to me, and to the child in my belly!"

The anchors were also driving the rhythm crazy.

"Guys, is it satisfying to beat up the mistress? Does it make you feel relieved?

Do you still want to have more fun and feel more relieved?

Whoever wants to see the cheap mistress kneel down and apologize, type the word 'kneel' in the comment!"

I laughed out loud!

I had never seen such a crazy person before!

I straightened my back and said, "kneel and apologize? Funny!

Remember your arrogant appearance now. When it's time for compensation, I won't let you off even if you kneel down and beg me!"

Yvette sneered, "You, a despicable woman who earns money by selling your body, it is your honor to kneel down for me!

You are such a despicable person that I even feel you dirty when you wash my feet!"

She seemed to think of something and suddenly laughed in a very charming way.

"Guess what we did before coming here?"

Her words made me freeze all over!

How could I forget that? Before they came to my door, they went to dig up the grave of the mistress's mother in the name of "overthrow the mistress and carry out justice"!

I watched the live broadcast myself, where they smashed the tombstone of the "old bitch" and stomped on it.

I watched as they dug open the grave of the "old bitch" and excavated the urn containing her ashes.

They even gave netizens two choices:

one was throwing the ashes somewhere;

one, pee on the ashes!

And if I was the mistress in their mouths. Then the grave of the "old bitch" that they dug up was...

My mother's grave!

My face instantly turned pale. As if my blood had been drained, my whole body went weak!

"What did they do to my mother's ashes?

Throw... or pee?"

The thought of my mother's ashes being treated like this made my breath stop, and my heart felt like it was being stabbed a thousand times!

I clenched my fists tightly, my eyes bloodshot, trembling all over, and my voice squeezed out from between my teeth,

"What did you do to my mother's ashes?"