As the violent blow struck my stomach, I collapsed onto the living room floor and lost the ability to speak for a moment due to the intense pain.

"Save it, you tramp. I'll make you meet your end sooner if you keep this up."

"How dare a shameless vixen like you try to worm your way out? You're the one who should get lost!"

"You're pushing 40, aren't you? Don't you have anything better to do at your age than steal someone else's man?"

My stomach churned in agony, and I curled up on the floor from the pain. This was the first time I had ever been hit, and I couldn't quite take the intense sensation it brought.

"You people are insane! I'm calling the police," I said through clenched teeth.

I thought that they would stop and reconsider their actions when I threatened to get the police involved. However, it only enraged Celine further. She grabbed the front of my shirt and yanked me up angrily.

Celine spoke in a malicious voice laced with venom. "How dare you insult us! Oh, you're going to call the police? Do you want the cops to see a witch like you getting beaten up?"

Then, she picked up a vase from nearby and smashed it against my head. Blood began trickling down my forehead.

She signaled to the others with a glance. "Show her what happens to witches who think they can steal someone else's man!"

Before she even finished speaking, the other women had already started walking toward me. They kicked me repeatedly, targeting my head and body. It was as if they were venting their frustrations on me.

"You tramp! Who do you think you are? You butt into someone else's relationship and don't even have the guts to admit it!"

"Shawn has courted Celine for two years! She's about to become Mrs. Ziegler, and you're nothing!"

"You were asking for it by telling us to leave! Let's see who's going to be kicked out now!"

"We have to teach her a lesson for Celine. We can't let her off that easily!"

Pinned to the ground, I couldn't move. My whole body was wracked with pain. The ache in my head and my body was unbearable.

Having listened for a while, I finally understood that the woman leading the group was the woman Shawn had been pursuing for two years.

Even so, her gaze was now devoid of reason. The comments of the others emboldened her, and she became even more self-righteous in her actions.

She picked up the kettle from the table and prepared to hurl it at me.

Terrified of what was about to happen, I shut my eyes tightly and screamed, "Wait! I'm Shawn's mother!"

The moment I said this, they all paused and looked at Celine for confirmation.

"You're Shawn's mother?" one of them asked skeptically.

Celine scoffed, unconvinced.

I lay on the floor, curled up and clutching my head. I shouted angrily at them, "Yes! I'm Shawn's mother. You broke into my house and assaulted me. Aren't you afraid that he'll come after you as payback when he finds out?"

I thought revealing my identity would make Celine stop. But the way she looked at me grew even more hostile, and she burst into laughter.

"Lying to get out of a beating now, are you?" she mocked.

"Shawn has courted me for two years and never mentioned having a mother. Do you know what's the best part? When I met his family, you weren't even there. Is it because you knew how cheap you were as a kept woman that you didn't dare show up?"

The women laughed openly without holding back.

"If Shawn's mother had still been around, wouldn't he have told his girlfriend? I think you're just a vixen who can't own up to her actions. Without a proper beating, you'll never understand what shame is!"

After saying this, Celine pressed the tip of her shoe down on my hand and twisted it mercilessly.

The pain was excruciating, and I tried to pull my hand away. Nevertheless, it was of no use. Tears mixed with the blood dripping from my head streamed down my face.

Although Shawn was my adopted son, I had raised him single-handedly. It was only in recent years that I started living alone in the villa due to my serious allergies.

Upon seeing their menacing expressions, I cautiously stepped back after getting up. Suddenly, a bracelet fell from the table.

"That's right—the bracelet!" I exclaimed inwardly.

Then, I said, "I really am his mother! Shawn said he picked this bracelet out with his girlfriend as a gift for me. You must have seen it, right?"

I held up the golden bracelet to show Celine. She didn't react, so I picked up my phone from the floor and opened WhatsApp.

"This is our family chat group," I said, pointing at the screen. The last message was sent the previous night, and it showed a voice message from Shawn.

"Hey, Mom. You're the cutest mom in the world. I had a special hair dye mixed just for you, and it's totally safe for you to use. Didn't you say you wanted to color your hair pink? I'll come over and dye it for you."

"Sure thing! I hereby declare you're the sweetest son in the world!" I had replied.

My parents rarely talked in the group—it was usually just Shawn and me.

Celine stared at the messages for a long moment. I thought she finally believed me after seeing this evidence.

"Shawn is my son. You see, I'm telling the truth!" I said, feeling relieved.

But before I could finish, Celine yanked my hair and threw my phone into my lap.

Celine snarled, "Mother and son? Don't make me laugh! You're just a shameless wench who seduces a man younger than yourself! He had lied to me, saying that the bracelet was meant for his mother. It turns out it was for you, you vixen!

"Yesterday, I asked Shawn to spend the day with me, but he said he was busy. It turns out he came here to dye your hair!"

Her grip on my hair tightened. When she saw my pink hair, all reason left her. She grabbed a pair of scissors from the table and began cutting my hair wildly. As she did that, she further aggravated the wound on my head.

The wound on my head caused a searing pain to shoot through me. I could only clutch my head and crouch in agony while wailing. Celine then kicked me hard, sending me sprawling on the floor.

My head hit the ground with a sharp thud, and pain radiated through my chest. I found it hard to breathe at this point.

As if it wasn't enough, she delivered several more brutal kicks to my chest.

Then, she pointed at the women behind her and screamed, "Don't just stand there! Help me teach her a lesson. And you… Dye your hair yourself next time!"

The pressure on my chest increased as she pressed down with her foot. I tried to escape from her by writhing my body, but it was no use. The other women joined in and pinned me down.

The overwhelming smell of their heavy makeup suffocated me. This meant that I was having an allergic reaction. I struggled to breathe as Celine retrieved a small hammer from a toolbox nearby.

"If you can't use your own hand, you might as well not have it," Celine said maliciously.

I watched helplessly as she raised the hammer and brought it down on my little finger.

"Ah!" I screamed as my finger bent at an unnatural angle with blood seeping from the wound.

Before I could process the pain, she struck my other fingers. One by one, all five fingers on my left hand were broken and twisted. I didn't even dare to move.

After much struggling, I clutched my injured hand with my other, sobbing uncontrollably as tears and snot smeared across my face.

Soon, they reached for my right hand. I hid it behind my back desperately. The pain inflicted on my hand was unreal. Of course, I didn't wish for more.

Yet, there were too many of them. In the end, they easily yanked my right hand from my back and stretched it out.

Celine stood over me, grinning like a demon from hell with the hammer in her hand.

My vision darkened for a moment, and I wished for unconsciousness to take me. But the sharp pain from my right hand snapped me back to reality as Celine smashed it mercilessly.

It became clear to me then—these women were convinced I had seduced Shawn. So, they had come here to punish me for it. Nothing I said mattered to them.

They held me down, and I stared blankly at the small hammer as it struck the joints of my fingers again and again.

By the time they were finished, all ten of my fingers were broken. They became grotesquely twisted against my palms. I was in a daze. Due to the agony, I bit my tongue so hard that it bled.

My anguished screams echoed through the living room, but their faces showed only satisfaction. They laughed and debated their next move as if deciding the punishment for a heinous criminal.

"Get a knife and cut her tendons," Celine ordered.

One of the women followed her instructions and stabbed a knife into my wrist. She made a twisting movement before moving to the other hand. Then, they did the same to my feet.

When they finally stopped, I lay motionless in a pool of blood, trembling uncontrollably. Even though my body refused to move, I couldn't stop the trembling in my arms.

My gaze fell on Celine's face. She stood to the side with her arms crossed. There was a look of satisfaction in her eyes.

A chill ran down my spine—this wasn't just about revenge.

She wasn't merely angry or vengeful. Instead, she was enjoying this. She was taking pleasure in torturing me and making me suffer. Her suspicion that I was a mistress alone had driven her to dish out personal execution.

Now, she looked like someone who was admiring their masterpiece.

She was a very terrifying person.

I let out a bitter laugh, forcing myself to speak despite the extreme pain in my body. "Just because you suspect I'm another woman Shawn's been seeing, you're this eager to beat me to death. You seem to be very familiar with inflicting such violence. You must have done this countless times before, right?

"Mere suspicion could drive you to such extremes. If someone else happens to like Shawn, are you going to go crazy like this every time?"

"You wretch!" Celine's expression contorted in anger as she stomped on my hand.

She hissed, "How dare you provoke me even further, you shameless tramp! Someone give me the scissors! I'll cut out your tongue and see how you talk then!"

The pressure from her foot on my hand sent cold sweat dripping down my face. Her ghastly words made me clamp my mouth shut, but it didn't take long before one of the women handed her the scissors.

Celine gripped my jaw harshly. "Since you like talking so much, go ahead and keep talking!"

She then barked, "Hold her mouth open!"

Celine ran out of patience soon after. She jammed the scissors into my mouth, twisting and cutting without care. My tongue was soon shredded, and several deep cuts were dealt to my lips.

"Mmph!" I whimpered, my entire body breaking out in cold sweat.

I had never seen anything like this, not even on TV. Could someone truly be capable of such cruelty?

Still feeling unsatisfied, Celine grabbed the hammer again and knocked out a few of my teeth.

Only when my face and chest were soaked in blood did she finally stop.

"I didn't want to be this harsh with you. Don't blame me—blame yourself. This is the price for seducing someone else's boyfriend. This is the punishment you deserve!" Celine spat coldly.

I was on the verge of passing out. The events of the day felt like a nightmare. Her voice alone made me feel physically ill.

"Alright… I'm sorry…" I stammered weakly, tears streaming down my face. "I had this coming. Please... just let me go…"

My pleading seemed to amuse them even more. They burst into laughter while taking in my miserable state.

"That's it? She's already begging for mercy. Weren't you claiming to be Mrs. Ziegler just now? Is this all it takes to break you?"

"Celine did the right thing. Didn't she start out so defiant? Now look at her. She has completely given in!"

"Exactly. Someone like her deserves to be beaten to death. Who does she think she is, stealing someone else's man?"

"And she said she was Shawn's mom? As if!"

Celine gazed at me like she was admiring a piece of art she had crafted. Then, she pulled out her phone and began recording a video. She focused the camera on my face, which was now covered in swollen red rashes from my allergic reaction.

I had been raised in comfort and luxury—I had never once endured hardship. Yet here I was, beaten to a bloody mess and humiliated on video.

My husband had promised to take care of me for the rest of my life. My son had always said he would protect me when he grew up.

But now... I was in so much pain.

Why weren't they here to save me?

I couldn't stop the tears from falling. Celine's excitement only grew as she saw me cry.

"Look at this! The shameless woman is crying now. She knows her place now that I've taught her a lesson," Celine remarked smugly.

Her voice now was light and sweet. It contrasted sharply with the voice of the venomous woman from moments ago. After a few seconds, she seemed to have sent out the video.

As soon as she put her phone away, hurried footsteps echoed through the villa.

"What are you doing?" a loud voice roared.