"Ridiculous! Weren't they bought with my husband's money? Yet you say I couldn't afford them?" Delia sneered.
She suddenly raised the box in her hand, smashing it hard on the ground.
The box shattered instantly. The jewelry was broken and scattered everywhere.
"Today, I will smash these things. What can you do? It's all my husband's money!" Delia shouted.
Her words made me laugh.
Marc married into my family. How much money could he possibly have?
Since joining the company, he had messed up several deals and caused the company a lot of losses.
Because of this, I could only let him hold the position of director, which was just a figurehead role without any real power.
These people, since entering my home, had been stealing valuable items.
Several middle-aged women even found some gold in my room and stuffed them into their pockets.
"Yes, take them all. They belong to Marc!" said Delia's mother.
Those women became even more enthusiastic about what they were taking, while Delia and her mother provocatively stared at me.
By now, these people had become exceptionally audacious, rummaging through my house.
My home was in shambles.
Delia's phone was practically in my face.
"Guys, remember this woman, this is the fate of the mistress!"
Her voice was unnaturally loud, and the barrage was filled with vulgar language.
I closed my eyes tightly, no longer willing to argue with these people.
From childhood to adulthood, this was the first time I had encountered such a thing.
What made it most difficult for me to accept was Marc's betrayal.
"You slut, still pretending to be innocent?"
Seeing me with my eyes shut tight, Delia suddenly got angry and slapped me hard across the face, swelling it up.
"You say you're Marc's wife. Do you have a marriage certificate?" I asked defiantly.
A hint of panic flashed in Delia's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure and said, "Of course, we do."
"You slut, you still wouldn't repent!"
Delia's mother rushed forward, attempting to tear at my clothes.
Just then, the front door of my house was suddenly pushed open, and a group of people hurried in.
"Ms. Park, the security of our community spotted a group entering your house and came immediately!"
The security manager quickly approached me.
Their arrival eased my tension.