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?"

My pain and anger successfully pleased Yvette and the anchors present.

They laughed crazily.

"So funny! The cheap mistress is panicking! This shameless woman is actually panicking for a dead old hag!"

"Hilarious! The wicked bitch has done so many evil things that even the grave of her mother has been dug up!"

"Bitch, since you became the mistress, it was karma for your mother, the old bitch, to have her grave dug up, because she gave birth to a wicked little bitch like you!"

"Oh my! The wicked mistress is actually crying! The heartless mistress still has the face to cry. It's truly shocking news!"

When I found out that Matthew was having an affair, I didn't cry. When I was wrongly accused and slapped, I didn't cry. When I faced the humiliation of a group of crazy women, I didn't cry,

because I knew it was not my fault.

But when they dug up my mother's grave, held up the urn and wanted to play the devil, I didn't stop them, causing my mother to be humiliated and unable to rest in peace.

I was unfilial!

In my mind, I see the arrogant faces of those crazy women from the live broadcast.

Those mocking faces seemed to turn into the faces of ugly devils, constantly gnawing at my whole body.

I gasped for breath, my heart pounding violently, desperately holding back the urge to kill these devils, my voice trembling,

"What have you done to my mother's ashes?"

Perhaps my momentum was too terrifying, and the crowd was quiet for a moment.

After a moment, Yvette touched her belly, curled her lips, and her voice sounded like an evil ghost from hell.

"Want to know? Kneel down to me, apologize, and slap yourself.

While slapping, say that you are a despicable person!

Slap until I am satisfied. Then I will decide whether to tell you."

The anchors clapped and praised Yvette for her good idea.

At this time, an anchor took out the black lace camisole I just bought today and threw it on my face.

"Tsk tsk tsk! Such a small piece of fabric, this cheap mistress must have bought it to seduce men!

She loves to be slutty so much. Why not strip her naked, let her wear this camisole and kneel down?"

Everyone raised their hands and feet in agreement.

The anchors opened their mouths wide, begging for attention and gifts from the viewers, trying to force me to kneel down and kowtow,

and stripping off my clothes.

In an instant, the live room got viral again, with bullet comments and gifts flying.

They cheered, shouted, and reveled in the pain of others.

They covered their shameless acts under the guise of "exposing the mistress", easily gaining support from those "legitimate wives", "internet judges", and "defenders of justice" on the internet.

Even if their actions were outrageous, absurd, or even illegal, they could easily wash their shamelessness into absurd "justice", as long as they took the side of morality.

"Strip her off!"

"Strip her off!"

The anchors smirked wantonly.

Through their faces, I seemed to see millions of evil eyes hidden behind the screen, staring at me intently,

just waiting for my clothes to be stripped off.

Yvette was dissatisfied with my hesitation. She frowned and urged, "Hurry up to take off your clothes and kneel down to kowtow! Don't you want to know where that your mother's ashes are??"

I didn't know who kicked me, my knee hurt, and I fell to the ground.

There were demonic sneers in my ears.

I clenched my fist in humiliation and said, "Alright! Open your eyes wide and watch carefully!"

They excitedly widened their eyes.

In the next moment, I jumped up like a leopard, raised my hand, and slapped fiercely!

Yvette covered her red face from being slapped and was so angry that her whole body trembled.

"You shameless mistress, how dare you hit me!"

She angrily took out her phone and dialed a number, her voice sounding aggrieved and coquettish.

"Honey, come quickly! I'm being bullied, and our son is about to be bullied to death. Come and help me!"