Accusations from a Mistress

"Let me go! I advise you to leave immediately and figure out the truth! Otherwise, I'll call the police!"

I was pinned to the floor by two burly men, struggling in vain as they held me down.

"Call the police?" Ethan sneered at my futile attempts. "You scumbag! You think you can bully and intimidate people? If anyone should be calling the cops, it's me—not you!"

The betrayal from my wife and the madness of this homewrecker fueled my rage to a boiling point. I glared at Ethan and warned, "This is your last chance. Get out now, or you'll pay for this!"

"Ha!" Ethan spat at me. "You're just a worthless ex-con! You're the one who's been threatening my girlfriend!"

He then scanned my home, his eyes filled with jealousy.

"Damn it! Everything here was bought with money from my girlfriend! How could a freshly released ex-con afford all this? You don't deserve any of it!"

As his anger escalated, he picked up a stick and swung it at an antique vase.

Crash!

The vase shattered into pieces.

That vase was a priceless heirloom from my father, worth seven million!

"Don't break that! You can't afford to replace anything in here!" I shouted at Ethan, horrified.

"Pfft! Everything here belongs to my girlfriend. Even if it's expensive, it's all hers—not yours!"

Ethan turned to the streamers and shouted, "Everyone, join me in smashing this place up! This ex-con doesn't deserve to live like this!"

The streamers went wild for the sake of their broadcast.

"Exactly! Scum like him should go to hell; he doesn't deserve this kind of life!"

"He got everything through illegal means—smash it all!"

"Viewers, hit that red star and shower us with gifts! Let's show you the power of the Bad Guy Busters today!"

The live stream went into a frenzy as their viewer count soared past ten million, and gifts flooded in, making the hosts beam with excitement.

They became increasingly reckless, each wielding a stick as they smashed things around my house.

But they were just girls; their strength was limited.

For showmanship, they had the two musclemen hold me down while they encouraged them to do the breaking. "Viewers, see? This is what happens to bad people!"

"We're going to destroy everything here!"

"This scumbag doesn't deserve this life!"

The audience grew more agitated as gifts poured in even faster.

Watching these streamers sink to such depths for views made me feel sick.

I didn't want to reason with them anymore; I pulled out my phone to call the police.

But one of the hosts noticed my move.

She snatched my phone and smashed it on the ground. "Scum like you think you can call your buddies for help? Not today!"

"That's right! No matter what connections you have, we're taking you down today! We have millions of viewers backing us—we're not afraid of you!"

The live chat exploded with comments.

"The hosts are fierce!"

"I'm impressed they're taking on an ex-con!"

"It feels so satisfying watching this; I hate ex-cons!"

"Exactly! There are no good people who've been in prison!"

"Smash it good! I'm finally donating today!"