After My Husband's Mistress Desecrates My Mother's Grave, I Go Berserk

One anchor was holding up an antique blue and white porcelain vase and about to smash it on the ground. I kindly reminded,

“The calligraphy and paintings in this house, as well as the vases, are all antiques and quite valuable. It's better for you not to touch them. You can't afford to compensate for them.”

The anchor was frightened and held the vase, not knowing whether to smash it or not.

Yvette walked over and directly threw the vase on the ground, smashing it into pieces.

“What are you afraid of? This cheap woman is just a prostitute. She has no money! These must all be fake!

She pretends to be elegant, but she's just trying to increase her own value and sell herself for a higher price.

Besides, even the house was bought with my husband's money. These things belong to my husband. Therefore, they belong to me as well.

I can smash my own things if I want to. It makes me happy! Smash everything hard!”

Once Yvette spoke, the group of crazy women went wild, smashing and destroying everything,

precious calligraphy and paintings, antiques, luxurious clothes, handbags, and shoes. If anything that can be smashed, they smash it; anything that can't be smashed, they cut it with scissors,

precious watches, jewelry, and gold pieces, all went into their pockets, away from the camera's view.

Not long after, the large apartment that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars to renovate was smashed beyond recognition.

I looked up and saw the flashing red dot of the hidden camera.

They didn't know that their atrocities were not only fully recorded in their live broadcast room, but also clearly recorded by the surveillance cameras in my house.

Yvette was very satisfied with everyone's achievements.

She stood with her baby bump, her nostrils facing the sky.

"Joyce, you are so shameless to seduce my husband, threaten me, and even try to harm my child. You're heartless and outrageous!

"Have you ever thought about what retribution you would face on the day you became the other woman?"

"Let me tell you, what goes around, come around! You are so wicked, and your retribution has already come!

That would be me!"

She pointed at me triumphantly, "Now, I want you to kneel down and apologize to those poor women who have been hurt by you, to me, and to the child in my belly!"

The anchors were also driving the rhythm crazy.

"Guys, is it satisfying to beat up the mistress? Does it make you feel relieved?

Do you still want to have more fun and feel more relieved?

Whoever wants to see the cheap mistress kneel down and apologize, type the word 'kneel' in the comment!"

I laughed out loud!

I had never seen such a crazy person before!

I straightened my back and said, "kneel and apologize? Funny!

Remember your arrogant appearance now. When it's time for compensation, I won't let you off even if you kneel down and beg me!"

Yvette sneered, "You, a despicable woman who earns money by selling your body, it is your honor to kneel down for me!

You are such a despicable person that I even feel you dirty when you wash my feet!"

She seemed to think of something and suddenly laughed in a very charming way.

"Guess what we did before coming here?"

Her words made me freeze all over!

How could I forget that? Before they came to my door, they went to dig up the grave of the mistress's mother in the name of "overthrow the mistress and carry out justice"!

I watched the live broadcast myself, where they smashed the tombstone of the "old bitch" and stomped on it.

I watched as they dug open the grave of the "old bitch" and excavated the urn containing her ashes.

They even gave netizens two choices:

one was throwing the ashes somewhere;

one, pee on the ashes!

And if I was the mistress in their mouths. Then the grave of the "old bitch" that they dug up was...

My mother's grave!

My face instantly turned pale. As if my blood had been drained, my whole body went weak!

"What did they do to my mother's ashes?

Throw... or pee?"

The thought of my mother's ashes being treated like this made my breath stop, and my heart felt like it was being stabbed a thousand times!

I clenched my fists tightly, my eyes bloodshot, trembling all over, and my voice squeezed out from between my teeth,

"What did you do to my mother's ashes?"