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

I stood there helplessly, watching as priceless treasures I’d collected over the years shattered at my feet.

Of course, it hurt to see them ruined, but I knew better than to confront these crazed people head-on.

Luckily, I had surveillance cameras set up all over the house. Every person, every item they destroyed – it was all being recorded.

One man, a middle-aged neighbor, crouched down, carefully sifting through the broken shards. After a moment, he hesitated and pushed up his glasses.

“Uh, Beatrice… these antiques… they’re real. I think they might be worth millions.”

I let out a cold laugh.

“You’ve got a good eye, but you’re not quite right. The pieces you’ve smashed? They’re worth over sixty million.”

Beatrice froze, then burst out laughing.

“Sixty million? Why don’t you just say sixty billion? These are just a pile of junk. I’d say six hundred bucks, tops. You always look so cheap when you come to our house – how could you possibly afford antiques worth millions?”

I sighed. Harper had explained to me before we got engaged that his mother had a lot of pride, and he didn’t want her to feel inferior. So every time I visited her, I dressed down, even driving a borrowed economy car, just to avoid making her feel uncomfortable.

But clearly, she’d misunderstood everything and assumed I was poor, living off Harper’s money.

I was about to correct her when one of her lackeys spoke up.

“Don’t worry, Beatrice! Smash it all! Even if it’s worth a few thousand, we can all chip in and cover it. We’ve got plenty of people here!”

I bit my tongue, deciding it was pointless to argue. If they wanted to smash things, let them.

It was all on camera, and I was curious to see how they’d react when they found out the truth.

In less than half an hour, the entire living room was in ruins. But they weren’t satisfied yet. Someone ran into my bedroom and came out holding a wooden tray.

On it was a set of rare emerald jewelry.

My face went pale, and I rushed forward to stop them.

“You can’t destroy that!”

This jewelry set wasn’t just priceless – it held deep sentimental value. My late grandmother had flown overseas the year I was born to purchase it at an auction, gifting it to me as a special keepsake.