After Being Beaten by My Wife's Boyfriend

The sudden punch left me dazed.

The group that had barged into my home jostled each other to mock me.

"A grown man, and you choose to be a homewrecker? Serves you right!"

"No wonder you're living in a multi-million-dollar mansion at such a young age. You must have hooked up with a rich woman. How disgraceful!"

Neighbors, hearing the commotion, gathered around to watch, pointing fingers and making snide remarks.

One even spat on me to express his contempt.

I took off my suit, worth tens of thousands, and tossed it into the trash can.

Then, I looked at Webster and said in a low voice, "Your name is Webster Leopold, right? You've got the wrong person. I already have a wife. I don't know your woman. Please take these people and leave my house immediately."

Considering that Webster was an employee of my subsidiary and the victim of a homewrecker, I didn't want to hold a grudge over a misunderstanding.

I thought he'd take the hint and leave.

Unexpectedly, he got even more riled up.

"Oh, really? You have the guts to seduce a woman but not to admit it?"

He pulled out his phone, opened the gallery, and thrust it in front of me. "I have the chat records between you and my girlfriend right here. These are all the evidence of your infidelity!"

I took a closer look. His so-called evidence was my chat records with my wife, Daisy Judith.

In those chats, Daisy had saved my contact as "Small Dick."

Our messages were typical husband-and-wife banter, some of which were quite explicit.

Only then did I realize what was happening.

Webster's "girlfriend" was my wife!

And the homewrecker he mentioned was me, her lawful husband!

Since marrying me, Daisy had always spent money lavishly but acted sweet and obedient.

I thought she loved me and was entirely devoted.

But it turned out she was cheating on me behind my back!

And to top it off, she had saved my contact as "Small Dick"!

That was a lie!

Her betrayal, combined with the homewrecker coming to my door and slandering me, ignited a fury inside me.

I glared at Webster and said coldly, "Webster, I suggest you ask Daisy about the true nature of our relationship."

"Ask about what? My girlfriend is gentle and understanding. She can't be wrong. But you—anyone can see you're a shameless freeloader!"

Webster lowered his phone and spat. "A toy boy like you, my girlfriend wouldn't even look at you if you didn't harass her daily."

The streamers fanned the flames. "Definitely, he looks like a kept man. Who knows how many women he's serviced for money."

"Putting on an innocent act for whom? We're not naive little girls."

"That's right. Addicted to selling yourself, huh?"

The livestream chat exploded with hateful comments attacking me.

Seeing the overwhelming support, Webster grew more confident and continued his tirade. "I hate homewreckers, male or female. They all deserve to die!"

With that, he pulled out the spray paint and scrawled six big words on my living room wall: [ALL HOMEWRECKERS DESERVE TO DIE!]

Seeing the glaring words, I sneered. "Webster, you'll soon realize how ironic those words are."

"You bastard, stealing my girlfriend and mocking me?"

Webster stormed up to me, raising his fist for another punch.

He caught me off guard the first time, but now I was ready.

I grabbed his hand and shoved him back. "I'll warn you one last time. Take these people and leave, or I'll call the police."

Webster looked defiant. "What a joke. A worthless homewrecker threatening me, her real boyfriend?

"Living off my girlfriend's money and acting all high and mighty, I'll make sure you vomit up everything you've taken!"

With that, Webster went berserk, throwing and smashing things in my house.

The streamers got excited, too.

"We, the Guardians of Morality, have dealt with countless scumbag homewreckers, but none as brazen as him."

"Must be a seasoned offender."

"Folks, let's teach him a lesson. Keep those likes and gifts coming. I'll give you a first-person view of the demolition!"

Upon hearing this, the livestream chat went wild with likes, comments, and gifts.

Viewer numbers skyrocketed.

Egged on by the viewers, the streamers started destroying my house.

I watched them and gave one final warning. "Everything here is quite valuable. Be careful, or you might not be able to pay for the damage."

Webster grabbed a prized ancient vase I'd treasured for years and smashed it to the ground.

"I'll destroy everything. What can you do about it?"