My Daughter-in-law Treated Me as a Mistress

On the day my son registered his marriage, just because he said, "You will always be the most important woman in my life," his new wife mistook me for a mistress.

The next second, she started a live stream, holding up a banner that read, "The land is so beautiful, and mistresses are so bold," and stormed into my house with a group of friends and relatives.

They assaulted and humiliated me.

My daughter-in-law not only scattered my deceased husband's ashes out the window but also violently attacked my pregnant belly.

The valuable antiques in the house were smashed to pieces, leaving a mess everywhere.

"You old bitch! You're so old, and you're still out here seducing men? Don't you have any shame? And you even dare to get pregnant with my husband's child! I'm going to do justice for heaven and get rid of that child right now!"

I was dragged to the civil affairs office and was on the verge of death when my son finally arrived at the scene.

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"Yvette, the mall is crowded and unsafe. Should I send a few bodyguards to accompany you?"

"No need. Today is a big day for my son's marriage registration. I'll buy a gift and head straight to the civil affairs office. After having a meal with my son and daughter-in-law, I'll return to the company."

After hanging up the phone, I casually grabbed my latest Chanel handbag and took a picture, posting it on my social media account with delight.

As I walked out, the store clerk saw me off, her voice filled with envy.

"Your daughter-in-law is so lucky to have such a generous mother-in-law. It's truly a blessing!"

"After all, she's the one my son chose. It's only right to be generous. Today is my first time meeting my daughter-in-law, so I must give her the attention she deserves!"

I had a busy job and lived abroad most of the time.

Even though my son and his fiancée had been dating for over three years, I had never met her in person; I had only seen a few photos on my phone.

She looked like a clean and refreshing young girl. According to my son, she was kind, humble, and virtuous.

I told my son to treat her well. "When you get married, I will surely give you a great gift!"

So, when I found out today that my son and his fiancée were getting their marriage certificate, I immediately returned to the country to buy a wedding gift.

Chanel, Givenchy—I had got them all lined up for my daughter-in-law!

As I walked out of the mall, I saw a group of young people from a distance, holding a banner and rushing toward me with great fanfare.

Their large crowd attracted a lot of attention from the surrounding people. I stood at the entrance and watched for a while, only to realize that the banner read.

[The land is so beautiful, and mistresses are so bold.]

The girl leading the group started a live stream and shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Today, I'm here to act on behalf of heaven, catching the mistress and ridding the earth of evil!"

"Of all days, why did this have to happen on my marriage registration day? It's such bad luck! That old woman is in the mall right now. Come, everyone, let's livestream this! The wife fights the mistress!"

I clicked my tongue, thinking to myself. A wife fighting a mistress—this is going to be quite the show!

I quickly found a spot in the front row to watch, but when I looked up, I saw that the enthusiastic crowd was holding their banner and walking straight toward me.

The phones were up, the live stream was on, and the girl began hurling insults at me without warning.

"It's her! Seducing my husband! Even at her age, she's still out here being a whore. You are really dedicated!"

Then, she slapped me across the face, leaving me dizzy and disoriented.

"Everyone, look closely. This is how a wife teaches a mistress a lesson!"

Three or four phones were pointed directly at my face, and the girl grabbed my collar and slapped me several more times, drawing even more onlookers.

"She's hitting someone!"

"A wife hitting a mistress, makes sense!"

Before I could react, the girl preemptively cried in front of the camera, quickly painting herself as the victim.

"My boyfriend and I have a great relationship; we haven't had a single fight in three years. Today is our big day for marriage registration, but before I could even get to the civil affairs office, I found out someone was seducing my boyfriend!"

"Maybe it's because my boyfriend has too much money and keeps attracting gold diggers! Look at this; she's still out here at her age trying to dig for gold!"

The comments in the live stream were filled with insults directed at me.

"I can't stand mistresses my whole life! Support the streamer; she must teach her a lesson!"

"This livestream content is wild! The wife fights the mistress, and the mistress is so old and still out here digging for gold. No wonder the stream suddenly has over ten thousand viewers; they're all here for the drama!"

"Ladies, if we don't support the streamer today, tomorrow the vixen might be seducing your husband! Mistresses must be punished!"

I was overwhelmed by the insults and stood there, stunned for a moment, unable to react.

But the more I looked at the girl, the more familiar she seemed.

"Are you sure you have the right person?"

I took a step back and calmly explained, "I'm not the mistress you're talking about; you have the wrong person."

The girl wouldn't listen and turned the phone's camera on me.

"Look at how well-maintained she is; she must be spending my husband's money!"

Then she aimed the camera at my shopping bags.

"Look at all these luxury items—Chanel, Givenchy, several pieces of Bvlgari. It must be my husband's money. How else would an old woman like her have so much money?"

The girl, still not satisfied, gave me another push.

"You shameless old hag! You're old enough to be my boyfriend's mother, yet you still dare to seduce him! Don't you have any shame? Using my man's money to live such a good life, doesn't your conscience bother you?"

Her group of friends joined in, mocking me as well.

"Chelsea, I think she's just a lonely old woman, turned perverted! Otherwise, why would she go after someone so much younger? I really feel sorry for your boyfriend; of all people, he chose this old woman. How could he even stomach it?"

Chelsea?

Suddenly, I remembered something.

My son's fiancée is also named Chelsea!

And the girl standing in front of me is none other than my daughter-in-law, Chelsea!

My first thought was that my son had cheated, and I had stumbled upon a scene involving my daughter-in-law, who was so agitated that she had mistaken me for someone else.

But soon, her attitude made me dismiss that doubt.

"You think, at your age, without a job, where did all this money come from? Isn't it all from my husband? You and my husband are just a transaction. Did you really think he loves you? Don't dream!"

Her friends chimed in.

"Chelsea, you're absolutely right! Spending dirty money earned by selling your body, and still flaunting it—whoever accepts it is unlucky! Who knows, she might even have some diseases on her; Chelsea, you better stay away from her and don't catch anything!"

"Isn't she just a whore? Buying all these luxury goods by seducing men—it's disgusting!"

The crowd around us grew larger, and I clenched my fists in anger but maintained my composure, not wanting to stoop to Chelsea's level.

I assumed she had mistaken me for someone else and decided to clear things up:

"The man you're talking about—is he Philip, the CEO of the Fowler group"

Chelsea sneered, "Of course, you'd know his name if you're seducing him! Yes, my husband is Philip! We've been together for three years and are about to get married, and now you come in to disgust me? If I don't strip you of your skin today, my name isn't Chelsea!"

I dusted off my clothes, not wanting to argue further with Chelsea.

"Philip is my son."