I stood there helplessly, watching as priceless treasures I’d collected over the years shattered at my feet.

Of course, it hurt to see them ruined, but I knew better than to confront these crazed people head-on.

Luckily, I had surveillance cameras set up all over the house. Every person, every item they destroyed – it was all being recorded.

One man, a middle-aged neighbor, crouched down, carefully sifting through the broken shards. After a moment, he hesitated and pushed up his glasses.

“Uh, Beatrice… these antiques… they’re real. I think they might be worth millions.”

I let out a cold laugh.

“You’ve got a good eye, but you’re not quite right. The pieces you’ve smashed? They’re worth over sixty million.”

Beatrice froze, then burst out laughing.

“Sixty million? Why don’t you just say sixty billion? These are just a pile of junk. I’d say six hundred bucks, tops. You always look so cheap when you come to our house – how could you possibly afford antiques worth millions?”

I sighed. Harper had explained to me before we got engaged that his mother had a lot of pride, and he didn’t want her to feel inferior. So every time I visited her, I dressed down, even driving a borrowed economy car, just to avoid making her feel uncomfortable.

But clearly, she’d misunderstood everything and assumed I was poor, living off Harper’s money.

I was about to correct her when one of her lackeys spoke up.

“Don’t worry, Beatrice! Smash it all! Even if it’s worth a few thousand, we can all chip in and cover it. We’ve got plenty of people here!”

I bit my tongue, deciding it was pointless to argue. If they wanted to smash things, let them.

It was all on camera, and I was curious to see how they’d react when they found out the truth.

In less than half an hour, the entire living room was in ruins. But they weren’t satisfied yet. Someone ran into my bedroom and came out holding a wooden tray.

On it was a set of rare emerald jewelry.

My face went pale, and I rushed forward to stop them.

“You can’t destroy that!”

This jewelry set wasn’t just priceless – it held deep sentimental value. My late grandmother had flown overseas the year I was born to purchase it at an auction, gifting it to me as a special keepsake.

Just as my fingers were about to touch the tray, Beatrice snatched it away first. Her eyes were filled with contempt as she lifted the tray high above her head.

“This looks exactly like the cheap junk they sell at the market! And you’re treating it like some kind of treasure? Clearly, you’ve never seen anything real in your life!

“You’ve already wasted so much of my son’s money – what difference does it make if I smash this too?”

With that, she hurled the tray to the ground. I stood there, watching in horror as the precious jewelry shattered into pieces right before my eyes.

Tears streamed down my face.

My parents had spent most of their time abroad, and it was my grandmother who raised me. After she passed, this set of jewelry was all I had left to remember her by.

I had always imagined passing it down as a family heirloom to my future children with Harper.

But now, it was gone – destroyed in the most absurd way possible.

I knelt down, gathering the fragments in my hands, sobbing like a child.

Was this my late grandmother’s way of punishing me for being so blind in love?

The more devastated I was, the more excited the crowd became. They gleefully pointed their cameras at me, hurling insults and jeers:

“Look at her! Crying like a little tramp!”

“The more upset she gets, the more we know we’re doing a good job. C’mon, folks, let’s hit that like button! We need to make sure she gets what she deserves today!”

I wiped away my tears and stood up, frantically searching for my phone to call the police.

Just as I found it, a young man pushed his way through the crowd and into the house.

His face was filled with confusion and horror as he surveyed the mess. “What the hell is going on here?”

Beatrice’s eyes lit up with glee, and she pointed a trembling finger at him.

“That’s him! That’s the lover!”

Everyone froze for a moment, confused by her sudden outburst.

When no one else responded, Beatrice pulled out her phone and waved it in the air.

“Look! I have proof! Here’s a photo of her walking into a hotel with that man, smiling all the way!”