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.

——

"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."

"Hahaha! Are you kidding me, lady? My future mother-in-law is the richest woman in Rossie City! She's elegant and has been living abroad for years! She hasn't been back in the last three years! Do you really think I'm a three-year-old child who would believe whatever you say?"

"Besides, you look like you're only in your thirties. How could you have a son in his twenties? If you're going to lie, at least make it believable! With such low intelligence, how do you think you can fool people?"

The mall entrance was so crowded there was no room to move.

I was surrounded by Chelsea's group of friends, unable to get in or out, suddenly becoming the center of attention.

"You shameless woman! Out of all the things you could do, you chose to be a mistress. You're inherently low-class, and you have the nerve to compare yourself to my mother-in-law!"

"If you're not the mistress, why would my husband text you in the middle of the night, saying you're always the most important woman in his life?"

The day before the registration, I congratulated my son on finding his life partner, and he emotionally expressed his feelings to me. Is that a crime?

I looked at Chelsea, feeling more annoyed. The girl in front of me was completely unreasonable, nothing like how my son described her—a gentle, virtuous, and intelligent girl.

Now, all I saw in Chelsea was arrogance and arrogance born from being spoiled.

But since she was the girl Philip had chosen, I decided not to argue with her.

"If you don't believe me, you can call Philip right now to confirm."

Chelsea glanced at me and mocked.

"Oh, you want him to come and save you? I'm telling you, that's not going to happen!"

"Chelsea, stop talking to her! Just do it!"

Before I could explain further, Chelsea kicked me hard in the chest!

The luxury items I was holding scattered all over the ground, with expensive perfumes and cosmetics shattering on impact.

I stumbled and fell to the ground.

But Chelsea wasn't satisfied yet. She quickly swung her right hand and slapped me hard across both cheeks four times!

Her group of friends swarmed over, pinning me down and kicking me several times.

In the chaos, I could only raise my hands to protect my belly; the continuous beating left me unable to call for help.

There were a few gasps from the crowd, and someone said.

"Is the mistress pregnant? It looks like she's protecting her stomach."

This remark was like a spark that made Chelsea's face change dramatically, her fury instantly turning red-hot.

"Chelsea, your boyfriend seems to have a wandering eye—he's no good either!"

"Don't talk nonsense! He just made a mistake every man in the world makes! But this old woman seduced my husband first; she's unforgivable! Today, I'm going to tear her apart!"

Chelsea clearly trusted Philip, but I raised my hand and couldn't utter a word in explanation.

The onlookers clicked their tongues and teased her.

"Your husband must be rich! With things blowing up like this, you're still willing to trust him?"

Chelsea lifted her chin proudly.

"Of course! Philip and I have been together for three years, and our love is stronger than gold! His mom loves me to death! No one can break us apart! I believe my husband didn't mean to cheat; she seduced him!"

"If my mother-in-law were here, she'd support me and wouldn't let this old woman leave here alive! It's ridiculous that she's impersonating my mother-in-law! As if I wouldn't recognize my boyfriend's mom?"

Hearing Chelsea brag like this, the crowd grew even more curious.

"Who is your mother-in-law, for you to praise her like this?"

"My future mother-in-law is Yvette, the richest woman in Rossie City! She owns half of Financial Street! My husband is Philip, the most distinguished man in Rossie City! After today, I'll be Philip and the future inheritor of the Chad family fortune! I can't tolerate any deceit!"

She glared at me fiercely, gritting her teeth as she said.

"And I definitely can't tolerate you, the mistress! Don't worry; we'll take our time."

Chelsea brought a van over and, without a word, had me shoved into it, threatening to go to my house and "have a proper talk" about this matter.

I thought Chelsea had calmed down, and I felt somewhat relieved, so I didn't struggle anymore.

I thought going home was good; once she saw everything there, she would naturally realize she had mistaken me for someone else.

When that happened, if she apologized, I wouldn't hold it against her.

But as it turned out, I was still too naive.

"It seems my husband really loves you! He even bought you such a big villa!"

I could hear the murderous intent in Chelsea's voice.

Her fierce eyes were on me, as if she wanted to carve me open.

I opened the door and invited her in, saying coldly, "This property is under my name. I bought it myself."

Not only did I buy the house, but everything Philip has is also because of me!

If it weren't for my hard work over the years, how could Philip, at his age, have become the CEO managing three companies?

But Chelsea didn't believe me; she slapped me again and, without thinking, pushed me to the ground!

"Do you think I'd believe you? Did you sell yourself to get this house? How many times did you sleep with my husband for him to give you this house?"

"An old woman's tricks are indeed superior! They're beyond us young people's grasp! Still playing these games at your age, do your parents know?"

"Did you really think I came back here with you to resolve things peacefully? Everything in this house was given by my husband, and now I'm here to take it all back!"

With that, Chelsea started live streaming again, her eyes filled with a fire ready to ignite at any moment.

"Ladies, smash it all!"

"Everyone, send some gifts in the chat, and I'll show you a first-person view of beating up a mistress and smashing a villa! All these luxury items were bought by my husband! It's a pity he bought them for the wrong person, but I don't feel a bit bad about destroying them!"

As she spoke, I heard the sound of vases shattering and picture frames being broken.

I turned around to see Chelsea's friends scattered throughout the living room.

"What are you doing?"

Many antique items, jewelry, and accessories were smashed all over the floor!

Expensive calligraphy and paintings were torn down, and Chelsea, not yet satisfied, even opened a bottle of red wine and poured it over the paintings, completely ruining them!

One of her friends found a blue folder, opened it, and saw the contents: 28 weeks pregnant, Yvette.

Chelsea, enraged, clenched her fists and approached me.

"Are you really pregnant? Is it my husband's child!?"

"I told you, Philip is my son! I have a husband! This is my husband's child! Chelsea, don't go too far!"

I glared at her, trying to push myself up from the floor, but Chelsea pushed me back down.

She placed one hand on my pregnant belly, pressing harder with every word! The pain twisted my face instantly!

"Your husband? Hmph, then why don't I see him around in this villa? But I do see a lot of pictures of you and Philip together! So intimate—did you not think about me at all?"

My husband had passed away in an accident three months ago.

Philip and the baby inside me are all he left me.

Now, questioned by Chelsea, I could only grit my teeth and try to explain.

"Calm down, I..."

"Slap!"

Before I could finish, another slap landed on my face, so hard that it split my lip.

I was in too much pain to speak, but Chelsea cruelly grabbed my face, pressing down on my stomach without any regard for my life.

Her words at that moment were like the whispers of a demon.

"I'll make you understand the price of being a mistress. This child, you can forget about keeping it."