Just as I was diagnosed with pregnancy, my husband's "fiancée" identified me as a "mistress" who wanted to gain money by having a child.
She, heavily pregnant herself, brought along her "Sisterhood of Support" group, blocking my way at the doorstep.
"A mistress wants to gain status by relying on her son? And you want to split my son's property? You are dreaming!
"You think the law allows illegitimate children to inherit, so we can't do anything about it?
"Today, we will reveal your true color to everyone and you will never be able to hook up someone's husband!"
A group of women pushed me back into the house for what they called justice education.
They kept insulting me and forced me to apologize...
After kicking over my parents' ashes, they beat me until I had a miscarriage and heavy bleeding.
After sending them all to the police, I calmly contacted a top-notch lawyer.
"I want a divorce, and I want Hugh Jackson to be left with nothing and disgraced!
"As for those who destroyed my home today, I want them to rot in prison. They'll compensate me for the three hundred million dollars in damages, no settlements!"
"Mistress? Illegitimate child? It's time for you to put an end to this pipe dream!"
As I prepared to leave for a prenatal checkup, a hot livestream popped up on my phone.
In the video, a group of women held a banner in front of a luxury apartment complex, swearing a blood oath.
The banner read "Down with Mistress, Protect the Wife and Heir" in blood-red letters, as striking as the animal blood smeared on their lips.
The camera then focused on a pregnant woman.
"Ladies, see this? This mistress isn't satisfied with such a nice house, and she's using her pregnancy to force my husband to give her part of our estate!"
As soon as the pregnant woman finished speaking, her support group started chanting slogans. Their fervor was akin to a protest rally, while the audience in the livestream became equally incensed.
The comment section was filled with: [Down with the mistress! The rights of the wife must be defended!]
Encouraged by the response, the pregnant woman began to shout, "Folks, I'm taking you to expose this greedy mistress!"
As a new mother, my emotions flared instantly.
Without hesitation, I tapped the screen and sent a gift, showing my sympathy for this woman's plight.
"Thank you for the generous support. Today, we'll ensure everyone sees the mistress's miserable end!"
The livestream audience responded in unison.
[Down with the mistress and make her lose everything!]
[I've never seen such an arrogant mistress, get her!]
Everyone was eager to see the wife beat the mistress up.
Suddenly, a discordant comment popped up: [It takes two to tango. If your man cheats on you, why don't you beat him up? Why do you beat the mistress?]
The pregnant woman stopped immediately upon seeing the comment.
She looked at the camera with teary eyes.
"Miss, my husband and I have a deep relationship, he would never cheat on me!"
[If he didn't cheat, how did that woman get pregnant?]
Faced with doubts, the pregnant woman shed tears again.
"That mistress shamelessly pesters my husband every day! He's a man, not a saint, and she got her way. Now, she's pregnant and using it to demand my husband's entire estate!
"She threatened my husband, saying if he didn't give her money, she would come to me!
"The most terrible thing is, she said all she had to do was make me miscarry, and then her child would be the legitimate heir! My husband's wealth would be theirs!"
With tears streaming down, the pregnant woman's words ignited the fury of over a hundred thousand viewers on the livestream.
The questioning voices vanished, replaced by curses wishing death upon me and my unborn child.
For some reason, I felt a chill down my spine.
I checked the time—if I didn't leave now, I'd miss my prenatal appointment.
I exited the livestream, grabbed my bag, and opened the door.
But I hadn't expected to run into the support group just exiting the elevator.
As I was about to lock the door, the pregnant woman screamed to her group.
"Ladies, this bitch got news of us and is trying to escape! Stop her!"
Chapter 2The women stormed towards me, blocking my way at the front door.
"Bitch, you feel guilty and want to run now?
Seeing the hatred and madness in their eyes, I couldn't help but frown.
"I'm not a mistress, why should I feel guilty?"
"You bitch, how dare you deny it? You were quite arrogant when you threatened Lucy's husband."
I immediately shook my head.
"You've got it all wrong, I'm not—"
Lucy Lawrence, the pregnant woman, slapped me across the face, supported by another girl.
"A mistress wants to gain status by relying on her son? And you want to split my son's property? You are dreaming!"
Another woman snatched the pregnancy test form from my hand, glanced at it, and sneered at me.
"You're the one we're looking for, Lisa Foster. Who are you planning to run to for help?"
"Let me tell you, with us here, you won't escape today!"
"You think the law allows illegitimate children to inherit, so we can't do anything about it?
"Today, we will reveal your true color to everyone and you will never be able to hook up someone's husband!"
"I bet you'll take this lesson in mind for the rest of your life!"
I swallowed the blood in my mouth, my voice cold and firm.
"Apologize to me, and I won't pursue your responsibility."
Lucy's eyes widened, her finger trembling with rage as she pointed at me.
"See? Ladies, this bitch is still arrogant, how dare she demand an apology from me!
"Do you think this is a romance novel and expect a knight in shining armor to save you? Where do you get the confidence to be so arrogant?"
They quickly snatched my bag and pushed me into the house like crazy.
Seeing the situation, I backed away, as I was pregnant and fragile.
"Too late to run now, bitch!"
"Shut the door and teach her a lesson!"
With a loud shout, the door was slammed shut.
"You're trespassing! Apologize and leave now, or I will call the police!"
Lucy stood with her hands on her hips and was furious.
"You are really stubborn! I have never seen a mistress as arrogant as you!"
"I told you, I'm not the mistress you're looking for!"
Lucy pulled out her phone, and someone immediately yanked my hair, forcing my face towards Lucy's screen.
"You just won't give up, will you? Seducing my husband and demanding his estate, and you try to deny it?"
As they grabbed my hair, I struggled to break free, but two women kicked me to the ground, forcing me to kneel.
Tears of pain welled up, but I could still make out the bank transfer records and prenatal checkup slip on Lucy's phone.
I had only sent that slip to my husband, Hugh Jackson!
Yesterday morning, after feeling nauseous, I went to the hospital and found out I was pregnant. I immediately shared the good news with him.
As for the transfer records, that was my investment return from Hugh's company.
What's the problem for me to take back my money?
At that moment, it became clear—Hugh wasn't as indifferent as I thought. He had been using my money to please Lucy!
And with her heavily pregnant, she must be at least seven months along!
"Bitch, why so silent? The truth makes you feel guilty, doesn't it??"
Seeing me silent, the woman holding me down tightened her grip.
"Answer, bitch!"
"I told you, I'm not the other woman! My marriage certificate is in my bag. You should find out who the real wife is!"
One of the women pulled out my marriage certificate from my bag.
"She really has a marriage certificate. Did we make a mistake?"
The support group hesitated for a moment.
Chapter 3However, before they could look at the marriage certificate, Lucy snatched it and tore it to pieces.
"You think you can fool us with a fake marriage certificate, bitch?"
"Ladies, don't be deceived by this woman. She's full of tricks. Otherwise, how could my clever husband fall for her lies?"
Staring at the shredded pieces on the floor, I couldn't help but retort, "You keep calling Hugh Jackson your husband, but do you have a marriage certificate to prove it? Just calling him your husband doesn't make it true!"
Seeing her friends suspected again, Lucy quickly pulled out her wedding and engagement photos with Hugh.
"Hugh and I have been together since college. We got engaged two years ago. If it weren't for his busy work schedule, we would have already had our wedding at home town!"
Looking at the dates on their wedding and engagement photos, I felt a surge of fury.
We had been married for just a year, and Hugh was already cheating!
Connecting all the ignored details, it all made sense. The faint scent of unfamiliar perfume on him, the increasing overtime, the forgotten anniversaries...
I thought these were signs of a long-married couple, believing it would get better once we had kids. But
I never suspected he was cheating and no longer loved me.
"Lucy, do you think tearing up my marriage certificate can deceive everyone into thinking you're not the other woman?
"Whether you're fooled or not, I demand you to leave my house right now, or else I won't be so polite!"
Lucy simply ignored what I said and wandered around my house.
While they were not paying attention, I immediately pressed the property emergency button on the videophone.
But two women quickly covered my mouth and told security it was a mistake before disconnecting the call and pinning me to the ground.
All I could do was pray that the security would notice something was wrong and come quickly!
Lucy was enraged by my attempt to call for help.
"You bitch! If all you can do is slander me and play the victim, then you'll regret it!
"Ladies, what should we do with this shameless woman?"
Lucy turned to the livestream camera, her face twisted with anger.
"She loves money, doesn't she? Then let's start by destroying what she cares about the most!"
Then, a group of women began to smash everything in sight, sparing nothing.
The things they could not smash were cut with scissors.
When I saw the tools they took out of their bags, I realized that they came prepared!
In the livestream, viewers cheered them on.
[Smash it all! Teach this bitch a lesson!]
[To deal with such a shameless woman, you should attack her weak spot!]
[Don't leave anything untouched!]
[Make her house a ruin! Only then will our anger be satisfied!]
Lucy looked at the comments, and her pretty face was full of pride.
"Thank you, everyone! I promise I won't disappoint you! As his rightful wife, I will show every mistress the consequences of their actions!"
Seeing the expensive paintings and antique decorations in the living room about to be destroyed, I coldly reminded them, "You're destroying my property, not his. If you stop now, you might still be able to afford the damages. But if anything else breaks, it'll cost you millions."
After hearing this, the members of the group deliberately dropped the porcelain on the ground.
"Oh, I'm so scared! But what can you do? It's already broken!"
"Look at your mistress-like demeanor. You call yourself a wife?"
"I can smell your stench from a distance. Which man in his right mind would marry you?"
Lucy joined the destruction with zeal, encouraged by her friends.
In order to relieve her anger, they handed her everything that looked valuable.
"Smash it all, Lucy!"
"This is your right as his wife!"
"If her things are so valuable, how many men did she sleep with to get them? You're avenging all the wronged wives!"
"That's right! Keep smashing, Lucy. Everyone knows she's a homewrecker. Even if she suffers, she can't complain, or she'll be against all the rightful wives!"
"After today, she will be known as a lowly mistress for the rest of her life. Whenever she goes out, she will be despised by the world!"
The livestream audience cheered even louder, urging Lucy to continue.
[Smash it all, Lucy! We're all behind you!]
[If I were there, I'd set her house on fire!]
Emboldened by the support, Lucy stopped pretending to be a delicate pregnant woman and smashed things with even more fervor.
For each item they broke, I announced the value.
"You've now smashed items worth at least a hundred million dollars. I hope you can pay up as boldly as you're breaking things!"
Standing amidst the one hundred million wreckages, they reveled in their destruction.
After the living room was trashed, they rushed to my walk-in closet.
Seeing the collection of limited-edition luxury items, they turned green with envy.
"Damn it. This mistress is filthy rich!"
"How many homes did she wreck to get all these?"
The crowd's anger intensified.
One voice broke through the chaos.
"Do you think she was telling the truth about the prices of those things in the living room?"
The women who were destroying my closet were all stunned.
But it only took a second before they started again.
"That's better! Destroying the spoils she worked so hard to get would probably make her feel worse than killing her!"
"That's why we destroy them!"
"Yes! If the law won't punish mistresses, we will!"
"I really want to see her cry!"
"If she doesn't beg for mercy, it means she hasn't learned her lesson. It's our duty to straighten her out!"
"Otherwise, she might come after our husbands next!"
The vicious words whipped the women into a frenzy.
Even the two holding me down released me to join the destruction.
Free at last, I searched for my phone.
Unfortunately, just after I dialed the police number, I was discovered by one of them.
She threw one of my LV bags at me from a distance.
"This bitch is looking for help! Stop her!"
Before I could say a word, my own bag hit me and my vision went dark.
When my vision returned, they had already rushed into my bedroom.
"This bitch even took wedding photos! She thinks she's the real wife? Too bad, fake is fake!"
"Ladies, smash it all!"
With nothing left to break into the bedroom, they started using chairs to hit the walls. My heart raced, but I kept silent.
I knew they were out of control and wouldn't stop.
As long as they didn't touch the switch, those things in the secret room would be safe.
With a click sound, my heart sank.