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

My pain and anger successfully pleased Yvette and the anchors present.

They laughed crazily.

"So funny! The cheap mistress is panicking! This shameless woman is actually panicking for a dead old hag!"

"Hilarious! The wicked bitch has done so many evil things that even the grave of her mother has been dug up!"

"Bitch, since you became the mistress, it was karma for your mother, the old bitch, to have her grave dug up, because she gave birth to a wicked little bitch like you!"

"Oh my! The wicked mistress is actually crying! The heartless mistress still has the face to cry. It's truly shocking news!"

When I found out that Matthew was having an affair, I didn't cry. When I was wrongly accused and slapped, I didn't cry. When I faced the humiliation of a group of crazy women, I didn't cry,

because I knew it was not my fault.

But when they dug up my mother's grave, held up the urn and wanted to play the devil, I didn't stop them, causing my mother to be humiliated and unable to rest in peace.

I was unfilial!

In my mind, I see the arrogant faces of those crazy women from the live broadcast.

Those mocking faces seemed to turn into the faces of ugly devils, constantly gnawing at my whole body.

I gasped for breath, my heart pounding violently, desperately holding back the urge to kill these devils, my voice trembling,

"What have you done to my mother's ashes?"

Perhaps my momentum was too terrifying, and the crowd was quiet for a moment.

After a moment, Yvette touched her belly, curled her lips, and her voice sounded like an evil ghost from hell.

"Want to know? Kneel down to me, apologize, and slap yourself.

While slapping, say that you are a despicable person!

Slap until I am satisfied. Then I will decide whether to tell you."

The anchors clapped and praised Yvette for her good idea.

At this time, an anchor took out the black lace camisole I just bought today and threw it on my face.

"Tsk tsk tsk! Such a small piece of fabric, this cheap mistress must have bought it to seduce men!

She loves to be slutty so much. Why not strip her naked, let her wear this camisole and kneel down?"

Everyone raised their hands and feet in agreement.

The anchors opened their mouths wide, begging for attention and gifts from the viewers, trying to force me to kneel down and kowtow,

and stripping off my clothes.

In an instant, the live room got viral again, with bullet comments and gifts flying.

They cheered, shouted, and reveled in the pain of others.

They covered their shameless acts under the guise of "exposing the mistress", easily gaining support from those "legitimate wives", "internet judges", and "defenders of justice" on the internet.

Even if their actions were outrageous, absurd, or even illegal, they could easily wash their shamelessness into absurd "justice", as long as they took the side of morality.

"Strip her off!"

"Strip her off!"

The anchors smirked wantonly.

Through their faces, I seemed to see millions of evil eyes hidden behind the screen, staring at me intently,

just waiting for my clothes to be stripped off.

Yvette was dissatisfied with my hesitation. She frowned and urged, "Hurry up to take off your clothes and kneel down to kowtow! Don't you want to know where that your mother's ashes are??"

I didn't know who kicked me, my knee hurt, and I fell to the ground.

There were demonic sneers in my ears.

I clenched my fist in humiliation and said, "Alright! Open your eyes wide and watch carefully!"

They excitedly widened their eyes.

In the next moment, I jumped up like a leopard, raised my hand, and slapped fiercely!

Yvette covered her red face from being slapped and was so angry that her whole body trembled.

"You shameless mistress, how dare you hit me!"

She angrily took out her phone and dialed a number, her voice sounding aggrieved and coquettish.

"Honey, come quickly! I'm being bullied, and our son is about to be bullied to death. Come and help me!"