After My Future Mother-in-law Accused Me of Having an Affair

I was dizzy and disoriented from the blows, sitting on the floor for a long time before I could even process what was happening.

The onlookers’ faces were filled with disgust, and their comments were even nastier.

“Well, well, it’s you! Always dressing so fancy, but who knew you were so disgusting in private?”

“Your husband’s only been gone a few days, and you’re already in a hurry to cheat? Back in the day, you’d be drowned for this!”

One of the sleazier male neighbors even leered at me, suggesting I look him up when I couldn’t get satisfaction elsewhere.

I clenched my teeth so hard I nearly shattered them. Never in my life had I been insulted like this.

But for the sake of my boyfriend, I held back my anger and tried to speak as calmly as I could.

“Beatrice, are you sure you’re not mistaken? Yes, Harper isn’t here right now, but every day I tell him where I’m going and who I’m meeting. I’d never do anything like what you’re accusing me of. If you don’t believe me, call him and ask.”

I pulled out my phone, intending to call Harper, thinking she’d realize her mistake and check with him.

I was even ready to forgive her if she just apologized.

But instead of backing down, she got even more aggressive. She kicked my phone across the room, crossed her arms, and sneered at me.

“As if! You think I’m as gullible as my son? Since when does a thief announce they’re stealing before they get caught in the act?

“You’re just a cheating tramp! Look at the way you’re dressed – clearly trying to seduce someone!”

I glanced down at my cotton house dress, completely baffled.

Since when did wearing a knee-length dress at home become “seductive”?

Before I could respond, Beatrice lunged at me again, her hand raised to strike.

This time, I wasn’t caught off guard. There was no way I was letting her hit me again.

Without hesitation, I kicked her hard, sending her flying back with a scream.

“Beatrice, I’ve been patient and explained everything because you’re Harper’s mother. But if you lay a hand on me again, I won’t hold back.”

She sat on the floor, wailing, and the mob she’d brought with her surged forward, looking ready to pounce on me.

But I stood tall, cracking my knuckles with a fierce glare.

“Go ahead! I’ve been training in kickboxing for eight years. Let’s see who wants to be the first to give me some practice!”

They hesitated, clearly intimidated by my stance, but their insults continued.

“Don’t think we’re scared of you! We’re just holding back because you’re a woman. Otherwise, you’d already be begging for mercy!”

“Yeah, you’ve been acting all high and mighty, but today we’ll teach you a lesson, you tramp!”

Their words riled up the crowd even more. Even my usually polite neighbors joined in.

“With someone like you living here, the whole place is cursed. You should move out!”

“That’s right. You dress all fancy, but who knows what kind of person you really are underneath!”

I was fuming, my temples throbbing, ready to snap back when Beatrice suddenly sprang to her feet. She rushed to the dining table, grabbed an expensive porcelain vase, and smashed it to the ground.

I gasped, but before I could say anything, it was like a signal to the rest of them.

They went wild, grabbing anything they could get their hands on and smashing it.

One guy even climbed onto the couch, yanking down the painting on the wall – a genuine Monet – and stomping on it with a smirk.

“Look at this, folks! I’m wrecking this tramp’s precious stuff!”

I watched their destruction, my face cold as I gave one last warning.

“You’d better think twice. You can’t afford to pay for what you’re destroying. Don’t come beg me when the bill comes.”

But my words only fueled Beatrice’s anger. She glanced at my antique display shelf, gave me a taunting smile, and with a loud crash, toppled the entire oakwood shelf.

“Beg you? Everything you own was bought with Harper’s money! I’m just destroying what’s already his!”