After Being Beaten by My Wife's Boyfriend

Seeing me, who had been calm all along, suddenly become anxious, Webster smirked. "What? Feeling scared now?"

The streamers became gleeful. "Hey everyone, this cocky homewrecker is finally panicking. Looks like there's something really valuable in that box!"

"Any guesses on what's inside?"

They became particularly excited, as baboons freed from a cage, howling at the livestream audience.

The viewers were eager to speculate, curious about the contents of the box.

I carefully said, "It's not something valuable, but it means a lot to me. You can't touch it."

With that, I stepped forward to take the wooden box.

But Webster was quicker, snatching it and opening it. Inside lay an old, worn wristwatch.

"I thought it was something important, just an old, junky watch."

Webster held the watch with disdain, waving it around.

"Give it back to me!"

I rushed over nervously.

That watch was the first thing my father bought with his hard-earned money when he started his business.

It accompanied him through the toughest and most extraordinary years. My father cherished it deeply, wearing it even in his final moments.

It wasn't worth much, but it carried my father's entire life and my deep memories of him.

It also expresses my deep longing for my father.

Everything else being destroyed, I could tolerate, but not this watch.

Absolutely not.

However, before I could get close, Webster suddenly raised his hand and smashed my father's watch onto the ground.

The watch broke into pieces.

The frenzied mob showed no mercy, stomping on the broken pieces!

"No!"

The last tangible memory of my father being destroyed made me heartbroken.

My eyes welled up with tears involuntarily.

This was the second time I cried; the first was when my father passed away.

"Look everyone, this scumbag is crying!"

"Ha! When he shamelessly became a homewrecker, did he think about this day?"

"Don't think that just because the law doesn't punish scumbag homewreckers, you can do whatever you want. Remember, there are still justice-filled Guardians of Morality like us in this world!"

I crouched down, picking up the broken pieces of my father's watch, my eyes red with anger and sorrow. "You will regret this."

The more devastated I became, the happier they were, many laughing loudly and clapping.

One of the streamers even shoved the camera in my face to capture my misery.

"Hey folks, see this? This is what happens to homewreckers and scumbags!"

"As long as we, the Guardians of Morality, take action, there's no scumbag homewrecker we can't handle."

"Look at his pathetic state. He can't do anything to us!"

For a moment, the chat was flooded with comments and gifts.

The streamers looked satisfied, like victorious generals, their grins almost splitting their faces as they prepared to leave with Webster.

Just then, a group of police officers burst through the door.

"The property manager reported that the alarm system of this house was triggered. What's happening here?"

I stood up and said clearly, "Officers, these people trespassed into my home, spreading falsehoods, defaming, and assaulting me. They've wantonly destroyed millions worth of luxury items and priceless antiques and artworks.

"I refuse any mediation. Please ensure they are severely punished."