Mistaken for a Mistress and Disfigured by Her Future Daughter-in-Law

When the necklace fell to the ground, it broke apart, with emerald pieces scattering all around.

A keen-eyed expert suddenly picked up a piece of the emerald shard from the ground and muttered, "This looks like an authentic emerald necklace. Its starting price at an auction would be no less than two billion dollars."

Upon hearing that, everyone in the room couldn't help but gasp in shock, seemingly shocked by the outrageous price of the necklace.

Alyssa, however, sneered disdainfully, "As if she could afford such an expensive necklace! She must have tricked my man into giving it to her! What's wrong with me smashing my own man's stuff?

"Besides, my future mother-in-law is the richest woman. She adores me, and soon I'll marry into a prestigious family and become a high society lady. Forget about smashing this homewrecker's stuff. I could even kill her, and there wouldn't be any consequences!"

With her arms crossed over her chest, Alyssa stood there with an air of arrogance as though she were already a reigning queen.

It turned out she was so arrogant because of me. I sneered and said, "If your future mother-in-law sees you acting like this, you can forget about marrying into a prestigious family."

Alyssa instantly flew into a rage and demanded, "You bitch! Isn't it enough that you seduced my man? Now you're cursing me, too?

"I'm going to give you a proper beating today!

"Don't stop! Keep smashing everything to bits!"

With that, Alyssa led the charge, once again going on a rampage in my house.

The group of hosts, as if fueled by adrenaline, began to smash things even more frantically. This time, they went all out, smashing everything with great force.

They didn't miss a single thing—vases, antiques, valuable items, jewelry. They grabbed and shattered everything on the floor.

They even used scissors to cut up all the designer clothes and limited-edition bags, just like a gang of looters in a city.

The once clean and tidy villa turned into a complete mess within minutes of their rampage, littered with shards and trash everywhere.

I eyed the phone on the table and, while those maniacs weren't paying attention, slowly inched myself and the chair closer.

But just as I was about to call the police after grabbing the phone, one sharp-eyed host noticed me. She immediately rushed over, snatched the phone from my hand, and furiously smashed it to the ground.

"Trying to call the police? Where do you get the nerve, you shameless homewrecker?"

"From the moment you became a homewrecker, you should have realized there'd be a day you'd get what's coming to you."

"Exactly! Don't assume that just because being a homewrecker isn't illegal you're safe. We, the moral judges, are here to deal with immoral wretches like you!"

At that, the live chat was flooded with comments again. One netizen commented: [This is so thrilling!]

[This is how mistresses should be punished. It's so satisfying!]

I glanced at the broken phone on the ground and then at the frenzied crowd wreaking havoc before warning them, "You better stop now, or things will get really bad for you."

Rather than heeding my warning, they grew even more eager, smashing the antiques I had stored for years and completely wrecking the cabinet.

The more they smashed, the more enthusiastic they became, even interacting with the viewers in the livestream. One of the hosts asked, "Is today's live show exciting enough, guys?

"This woman is so shameless and pretentious. Does she think collecting these antiques makes her high-class?

"Her stashing away these treasures is a complete insult to their value!

"Hit the follow button, guys, so we can keep bringing justice and transform this bitch's place into a dump she deserves."

Seeing them getting more and more out of control, I couldn't be bothered to stop them anymore. I simply glanced at the surveillance cameras in the house. Their entire act had been recorded, and when the time came, I would make sure each and every one of them paid for it.

"Guys, let's make sure we didn't miss anything. We can't leave this homewrecker with anything in one piece." With those words, the group stormed into my bedroom and started ransacking the place.

"There's a storage box here!" someone exclaimed, coming out of the bedroom holding an intricately carved wooden box.

My expression changed drastically when I saw it, and I quickly said, "Leave that alone."