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

Upon seeing my sudden nervousness, Alyssa looked at me with a sneer and mocked, "Ha, weren't you pretending to be calm just now? What? Are you scared now?"

The hosts also became smug, and one of them said to the livestream, "Guys, this homewrecker seems to care a lot about what's inside this box. It must be something valuable!

"Can anyone guess what's inside?"

They became extremely excited as if they'd just won the lottery, and then laughed slyly at the camera. The viewers in the livestream eagerly commented, curious about the contents of the box.

I spoke cautiously, "There's nothing valuable in there, but it means a lot to me. Please don't mess with it."

Alyssa took the box and opened it, revealing a light green bracelet lying inside.

She sneered, "Huh, I thought it was something special. It's just a bracelet!" She then took out the bracelet and was about to smash it.

Upon seeing that, I couldn't help but shout, "Don't break it!"

Alyssa eyed me with amusement and taunted, "Give me one good reason not to."

I responded frankly, "I am Bryce's mother. This bracelet is a keepsake from Bryce's father. Please give it back to me."

I didn't even bat an eye when they destroyed the priceless antiques earlier. But this bracelet was different. It was the tenth-anniversary gift from my husband.

On the very day my husband gave me the gift, he had an accident and passed away. Even in his final moments, he held onto this bracelet tightly.

The bracelet held my husband's endless love for me and my deepest longing for him.

It was my most cherished possession. I couldn't let it be destroyed, so I had to use my identity to confront Alyssa.

She, however, didn't believe a word and retorted, "You're Bryce's mom? Well, then I'm your grandma."

With that, Alyssa didn't hesitate and threw the bracelet forcefully onto the ground.

A split second later, a loud thud resounded, accompanied by a clear, crisp breaking sound. The bracelet broke into pieces, scattering fragments all over the floor.

"No!" Watching my husband's keepsake being destroyed, I felt like my heart was being torn apart, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

The crowd burst into laughter at the sight of me. "Everyone, look! This bitch is actually crying!"

"What a joke! Did you ever consider that this would happen when you were busy seducing other women's men?"

"Don't think you can get away just because the law doesn't punish homewreckers. Remember, there are still righteous moral judges like us in this world!"

I stared at the broken bracelet pieces on the ground, my eyes red with anger, and said, "You will all regret this!"

The more I grieved, the happier they were, with many laughing loudly and clapping in delight.

One of the hosts even pointed the camera right at my face and asked, "Do you see this, guys? This is what happens to homewreckers!

"As long as we, the moral judges, take action, there isn't a single homewrecker we can't deal with.

"Just look at her pathetic state now. She can't do anything to us but rage helplessly!"

In an instant, the chat was flooded with messages of approval, and various gift effects filled the livestream.

The hosts were thrilled by the viewers' reactions, looking as pleased as if they had just won a major battle, their smiles nearly splitting their faces.

Alyssa, however, still wasn't satisfied. She suddenly pulled a small knife from her bag and came toward me.

She spat, "You whore. You only went after other people's men because you think your looks can get you anywhere, right?

"I'm going to cut up your face today. Then we'll see how you seduce men after this."

With that, Alyssa held my face and began slicing it with the knife, each slice causing piercing, unbearable pain.

Right after, blood began to gush out from my face, soaking my shoulder in a crimson stain that was horrifying to see.