After Being Mistaken for A Mistress by My Ex-husband's Girlfriend

I couldn't stop her in time and could only watch helplessly as she smashed the key into the car window.

The windshield shattered instantly, but that wasn't enough for her.

She swung her bag at my face with all her might, the strap snapping on impact, and the bag fell to the ground, revealing the broken brick inside.

I never imagined she could be this ruthless.

She was trying to kill me.

Her friend kept dragging me toward the broadcast room while Reva went downstairs alone.

She quickly smashed my car beyond recognition.

Still unsatisfied, she stormed into the classroom next door and grabbed a chair.

Then she used all her strength to hurl it at the driver's seat.

With no windshield, the chair got wedged between the driver and passenger seats.

After all this, she clapped her hands in satisfaction, aimed the live-stream camera at the wrecked car, and took a wide shot.

"Guys, don't hold back with a mistress. Just do what I did to make sure she's too scared to ever leave her house again.

"I don't believe this old hag has the guts to keep challenging me," she said.

Reva picked up the mop from the ground and charged into the broadcast room, where I was already pinned down in front of the microphone.

The mic rubbed harshly against my swollen lips.

And blood spread into a red stain at the corner of my mouth.

Bit down with all my strength, refusing to say a word.

Reva shoved her friend aside, snatched the microphone, and turned it on.

She shouted, "Sorry to waste your time today, folks. Let me introduce the mistress who's here to attend my son's parent-teacher conference in my place.

"My husband was kind enough to give this old woman a job as a nanny, but she took his money and corrupted my son, and now she's trying to ruin my family. So, I'm giving her the chance to become famous in front of the whole school."

As she finished, she reached out and pinched the inside of my arm hard.

The pain contorted my face, but I bit my lips to keep from crying out.

Reva leaned in close.

She whispered threateningly in my ear, "Speak up! Or I'll drag you to every classroom, strip you naked, and parade you around.

"Say it. Say you're just an old hag who loves seducing married men and won't dare do it again after I'm done with you."

Tears welled up in my eyes, my teeth chattering from the force I was using to hold them together.

The humiliation and searing pain overwhelmed my senses, pushing me to the brink of suffocation.

I finally forced out a plea through clenched teeth.

"I admit it. Isn't that enough? Please, let me go. I'm begging you," I said.

She shoved the microphone into my mouth, cranking up the speaker volume to the max.

She let out a cold laugh and shouted, "Did you hear that? The old woman admitted it herself.

"From now on, watch out when you step outside. You never know when you might run into someone like me who'll rip that old face right off."

She threw her phone onto a nearby table, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw the screen flooded with virtual gifts.

The viewer count was climbing rapidly.

Crushed by a wave of humiliation and despair, I collapsed.

The next second, Reva shoved the microphone off the table.

"Since you admit it, it's time to pay the price," she said.

She grabbed the mop with both hands and began beating me mercilessly.

The pain made me writhe uncontrollably on the floor.

I didn't know whether to shield my head or my body.

She yanked out my earrings, tearing my earlobe in half as blood gushed out.

She became even wilder.

"You think you deserve to wear gold, you old hag? Spending my husband's money," she shouted.

Her eyes turned red with fury, and she lost all control, refusing to stop.

The stick kept landing on my torn earlobe, and my hearing began to fade.

The sound of sirens approached, but she remained oblivious.

Exhausted, I lay there like a corpse, letting her continue the assault.

My insides felt shattered, and my consciousness began to fade.

Just then, my ex-husband finally pushed through the crowd of onlookers and found the broadcast room.

"Hilda? Hilda, where are you?" he called out.