I felt a wave of dizziness, wondering, "What's going on? How did I suddenly become the target of everyone's wrath?"

As the number of viewers in the livestream soared, Kristen's excitement grew. Wiping fake tears from her face, she couldn't hide her smug satisfaction.

"Thank you to everyone supporting me. We're going to tear this mistress apart and make her pay for what she's done!"

The atmosphere in the livestream was electric, with comments flooding the screen like a torrential downpour.

Once I ended the stream, I quickly called my brother.

"Hey, did you forget to explain who I am to your wife? She's misunderstood me as a mistress and now she's streaming live, stirring up trouble!"

Barry said, "What? Kristen must have misunderstood. Don't worry, I'll come over with some people to clear this up right away!"

"Please hurry, I'm really scared!"

On the other end of the line, Barry's voice was fraught with anxiety, and I could sense his urgency.

After hanging up, I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I knew Barry would arrive as soon as possible, but until then, I needed to stay composed.

Barely a moment after ending the call, the doorbell rang.

I steadied myself and opened the door, only to be pushed to the ground by a crowd outside.

A group of unruly people stormed in, with Kristen leading the charge.

"Look, this is the mistress we're going to take down today!"

"Wow, she's actually pretty cute. No wonder she's playing the vixen. So many better paths, and she chose this one. How pathetic!"

"This place looks run-down from the outside but is actually nicely furnished inside. All that money must be from her dirty dealings as a mistress!"

Tears welled up in my eyes. This small apartment was a result of my four years of college, scrimping and saving, and working as a part-time model. Now, it was being vilified by a so-called "justice brigade."

Seeing me tear up only fueled the crowd's excitement as they aimed their phones at my face, filming every moment.

"Look at this little vixen, still crying! Why didn't you think about this when you were being a mistress?"

"Yeah, daring to steal Kristen's husband? You should have known the Lemon Squad wouldn't let you off the hook!"

"Lemon Squad" was the nickname for Kristen's fanbase.

I struggled to my feet, still trying to catch my breath, but before I could even speak, Kristen slapped me hard across the face.

"So you like being a mistress, huh? Here's a slap to remind you of your place!"

The unexpected slap left me stunned and reeling.

I had never endured such humiliation before.

Kristen's satisfaction was evident as she watched me crumble. From the moment she saw me, she was irritated by how attractive I was. It was intolerable for her.

Her entourage, eager to join in, took turns mocking me.

"Kristen's right! You only have yourself to blame. Why be a mistress when you could have chosen a different path?"

"I've never seen such a lowlife. You're a disgrace to women everywhere. If only you had chosen a different route!"

The commotion had drawn the attention of the neighbors, who couldn't help but come over to gawk and murmur among themselves, pointing fingers at me.

Some who were unclear about the situation even joined the fray, caught up in the frenzy created by Kristen's mob.

Holding back tears, I faced the crowd alone and took a deep breath, speaking firmly, "Kristen, get it straight—I'm not a mistress. I'm Barry's sister—Emilia Augustine.

"I need you and these people to leave my home right now!"

Understanding that this was all a misunderstanding and considering that my brother and Kristen were supposed to be getting married tonight, I hoped she would leave after realizing my true identity.

Instead, Kristen's agitation only grew. She rampaged like a mad dog, ignoring my plea.

Kristen seemed to hear nothing of what I said. Her voice was sharp and unyielding. "Sister? Do you think I'll buy your lies? I've seen through your schemes!"

In the chaos, my words were barely audible. Kristen's shrill shouting drowned out all my attempts at explanation. She was completely absorbed in her self-styled "justice" performance.

"Do you take me for a fool? Everyone can see your flirtatious behavior with my husband!"

With that, she brandished her phone, flipping through photos she had apparently taken from my brother's social media.

She shoved the so-called "evidence" towards the livestream camera, shouting, "Look, everyone, this is proof of how this vixen is trying to seduce my husband!"

Then, she loudly read out the supposed evidence to the live audience.

"Barry, when are you coming to see me?

"It's been so long since I've seen you. I miss you so much!"

Kristen's face was flushed with anger as she continued to incite the crowd, saying, "Tell me, does a woman like this deserve punishment or not?"

The chatroom was ablaze with furious comments, filled with anger and insults.

Kristen's close friends kept stoking the flames, escalating their attacks on me.

"Someone like her deserves a proper lesson, so she'll never dare to mess with other people's families again!"

"Exactly, she must be punished! Let all the mistresses take this as a warning!"

Standing there with my face still burning ache, I felt cold inside. I knew that if I didn't act fast, this misunderstanding could spiral into an irreversible disaster.

I quickly fished out my ID and other documents from my pocket, hoping they would serve as proof of my identity. I was relieved that I had just landed from a flight so I could immediately produce these papers.

Holding them high, I aimed to get them in front of the camera. "These are my identification documents! My relationship with Barry is completely innocent—there's no hidden agenda between us!"

I spoke with as much conviction as I could muster despite the indignation burning in my heart.

But Kristen wasn't having any of it. With a mocking laugh, she swiped my ID and documents from my hands, sending them crashing to the floor. She continued to incite the crowd, saying, "Don't be fooled by her. She must have prepared these documents in advance!"

Seeing my credentials on the floor and repeatedly trampled upon was more than infuriating—it was humiliating.

I fixed my gaze on Kristen and said coldly, "Kristen, I suggest you ask Barry yourself about our relationship."

Kristen spat out, her eyes filled with hatred and jealousy.

"Pfft, what's there to ask? It's clear you're just a scheming vixen trying to seduce him! My husband is the General Manager of Grandor Entertainment. He's seen countless beautiful women. If he's interested in you, it's only because you've been clingy to him!"

Her friends were on the sidelines, fueling her rage.

"Look at her pretending to be innocent. Who knows how many husbands she's been with behind closed doors?"

"Exactly, she's clearly a homewrecker, just out to destroy other people's relationships."

"And now she's playing the victim, crying crocodile tears. We're not buying it!"

Kristen's fans in the livestream chat joined in, hurling personal attacks at me and even insulting my family and relatives.

As the situation tipped further in Kristen's favor, she grew smugger and more outrageous.

"If you enjoy being a mistress so much, then let's show you what happens to one! I'm going to punish you in the name of justice and morality!"