At My Son's Wedding: Maimed by the Future Daughter-in-law

Upon hearing this, the bridesmaid, holding the black bag, immediately pulled out a steel pipe and handed it to Juliet.

Juliet took the steel pipe, her gaze toward me filled with malice and cruelty.

Before I could react, she raised the pipe and brought it down heavily on my right leg.

Crack!

The sound of bone snapping echoed in the air.

The searing pain swept through me.

It drenched me in cold sweat, almost causing me to pass out.

"Someone as wretched as you should crawl on the ground like a maggot," Juliet sneered.

"A cripple like you thinks you can compete with me for a man? Let me tell you, the position of the wealthiest wife in town belongs to me and only me!"

Her voice dripped with arrogance as she looked down at me.

Lamont had always spoken of Juliet as being gentle, kind, and generous. I believed him and had been very pleased with her as a daughter-in-law.

But I never expected her to be this vicious and ruthless.

Gasping weakly for breath, I gritted my teeth and whispered, "You may not hold that title for long."

Juliet's expression turned icy when she heard it.

"How dare you curse me, you filthy bitch?" she spat.

"Since nothing decent comes out of your mouth, then you might as well never speak again."

With that, Juliet pulled a needle and thread from the black bag.

Seeing this, one of the bridesmaids, her voice trembling slightly, asked.

"Juliet, isn't this going too far? We're in public, and this could get us into serious trouble."

Juliet, utterly fearless, replied, "What are you afraid of? My husband is the wealthiest man in the city. He spoils me. If anything happens, he'll handle it. Even if I were to kill this bitch, it wouldn't matter."

After that, she crouched before me like a grim reaper.

She ordered others to hold my mouth open.

Then, stitch by stitch, she began sewing my lips shut.

Every puncture of the needle and every pull of the thread sent waves of excruciating pain through my body.

Blood dripped, forming a pool around me.

Those few minutes felt like an eternity.

Unable to open my mouth, all I could do was let out muffled and agonized whimpers.

Once my lips were completely sewn shut, Juliet finally stopped, feeling satisfied.

"Good, the bitch can no longer run her mouth."

She said, standing up and wiping the blood from her hands with a smirk.

The bridesmaids chimed in with praise, "Juliet, you truly live up to being the wife of the richest man in the city! The way you handle the wretch is masterful."

"Only with strength can one maintain their status. Juliet was born for a life of luxury!"

"Exactly! Even fate wants Juliet to rid herself of this filthy mistress on her wedding day!"

With their flattery, a triumphant smile spread across Juliet's face.

It was as though she could already see herself enjoying a life of grandeur as a rich wife.

Juliet lifted her leg again and stomped on my face with force.

"Didn't you say I wouldn't become the wife of the richest man in the city?" she sneered.

"Well, then I'll take you to my wedding now so you can witness firsthand how I marry into the richest family in the city!"

"And I'll make sure my husband tears you apart personally. You'll know what real despair feels like!"

Juliet stuffed me into a burlap sack and dragged me to the wedding venue.

The sack scraped along the ground, causing holes to form in the fabric.

Through these holes, I saw the sprawling green lawn, beautifully arranged for a perfect wedding.

The place was crowded with people, and reporters were broadcasting the event live.

The wedding of the richest man in town was a spectacle that captured the attention of all.

At the very center of the venue, Lamont stood by the main seat, gazing off into the distance.

That seat had been specially reserved for me.

He was waiting for me to arrive.

When Juliet dragged a large and bloodstained burlap sack into the wedding scene, everyone froze in shock.

Lamont was even more puzzled, asking, "What's in there?"

Juliet clung to Lamont's arm, whining in complaint, "Honey, this sack contains a vile wretch.

"Not only did she bully me and curse our marriage, but she also insulted and tarnished your mother's reputation!"

Several bridesmaids chimed in.

"Exactly. We've never seen anyone so shameless. Her arrogant face alone was enough to make us furious."

"Thank goodness Juliet caught her right away. If not, she would have destroyed both Juliet's and Mrs. Hayden's reputations!"

"Mr. Hayden, you must not let her go so easily. Otherwise, everyone will think they can bully Juliet and your mother!"

Lamont's expression darkened to the extreme after their words.

"How dare she tarnish my mother's reputation?"

Seething with rage, he approached me slowly.

Seeing this, the guests started whispering.

"Mr. Hayden is not only the wealthiest man in the city, but he is known for his ruthlessness. I heard that when someone bullied his mom before, he attacked with a knife, killing one and injuring two others, which landed him in prison for several years."

"That's right. Everyone knows that Mr. Hayden's greatest weakness is his mother. Whoever provokes him is just asking to die."

Amid the murmurs of the crowd, Lamont, like a grim reaper, reached my side.

"Anyone who hurts my mother will never have a good ending."

Through the small holes in the burlap sack, I could see Lamont's furious face.

I wanted to tell him that Juliet was lying.

I hoped he would realize that it was me inside soon.

But my mouth was sewn shut.

I could only watch as Lamont grabbed a heavy chair from nearby.

And he brought it crashing down on my head.

A sharp pain hit me, and my head slumped forward as blood began to pour.

The sack quickly turned crimson.

Juliet's lips curled into a slight smile when she saw it, her eyes glinting with the satisfaction of revenge.

The next moment, she gleefully untied the burlap sack, revealing my barely conscious face.

"Well, honey, the wretch you just hit is actually the mistress who tried to seduce you.

"How do you like the surprise I prepared for you?"