My Daughter-in-law Treated Me as a Mistress

"Hahaha! Are you kidding me, lady? My future mother-in-law is the richest woman in Rossie City! She's elegant and has been living abroad for years! She hasn't been back in the last three years! Do you really think I'm a three-year-old child who would believe whatever you say?"

"Besides, you look like you're only in your thirties. How could you have a son in his twenties? If you're going to lie, at least make it believable! With such low intelligence, how do you think you can fool people?"

The mall entrance was so crowded there was no room to move.

I was surrounded by Chelsea's group of friends, unable to get in or out, suddenly becoming the center of attention.

"You shameless woman! Out of all the things you could do, you chose to be a mistress. You're inherently low-class, and you have the nerve to compare yourself to my mother-in-law!"

"If you're not the mistress, why would my husband text you in the middle of the night, saying you're always the most important woman in his life?"

The day before the registration, I congratulated my son on finding his life partner, and he emotionally expressed his feelings to me. Is that a crime?

I looked at Chelsea, feeling more annoyed. The girl in front of me was completely unreasonable, nothing like how my son described her—a gentle, virtuous, and intelligent girl.

Now, all I saw in Chelsea was arrogance and arrogance born from being spoiled.

But since she was the girl Philip had chosen, I decided not to argue with her.

"If you don't believe me, you can call Philip right now to confirm."

Chelsea glanced at me and mocked.

"Oh, you want him to come and save you? I'm telling you, that's not going to happen!"

"Chelsea, stop talking to her! Just do it!"

Before I could explain further, Chelsea kicked me hard in the chest!

The luxury items I was holding scattered all over the ground, with expensive perfumes and cosmetics shattering on impact.

I stumbled and fell to the ground.

But Chelsea wasn't satisfied yet. She quickly swung her right hand and slapped me hard across both cheeks four times!

Her group of friends swarmed over, pinning me down and kicking me several times.

In the chaos, I could only raise my hands to protect my belly; the continuous beating left me unable to call for help.

There were a few gasps from the crowd, and someone said.

"Is the mistress pregnant? It looks like she's protecting her stomach."

This remark was like a spark that made Chelsea's face change dramatically, her fury instantly turning red-hot.

"Chelsea, your boyfriend seems to have a wandering eye—he's no good either!"

"Don't talk nonsense! He just made a mistake every man in the world makes! But this old woman seduced my husband first; she's unforgivable! Today, I'm going to tear her apart!"

Chelsea clearly trusted Philip, but I raised my hand and couldn't utter a word in explanation.

The onlookers clicked their tongues and teased her.

"Your husband must be rich! With things blowing up like this, you're still willing to trust him?"

Chelsea lifted her chin proudly.

"Of course! Philip and I have been together for three years, and our love is stronger than gold! His mom loves me to death! No one can break us apart! I believe my husband didn't mean to cheat; she seduced him!"

"If my mother-in-law were here, she'd support me and wouldn't let this old woman leave here alive! It's ridiculous that she's impersonating my mother-in-law! As if I wouldn't recognize my boyfriend's mom?"

Hearing Chelsea brag like this, the crowd grew even more curious.

"Who is your mother-in-law, for you to praise her like this?"

"My future mother-in-law is Yvette, the richest woman in Rossie City! She owns half of Financial Street! My husband is Philip, the most distinguished man in Rossie City! After today, I'll be Philip and the future inheritor of the Chad family fortune! I can't tolerate any deceit!"

She glared at me fiercely, gritting her teeth as she said.

"And I definitely can't tolerate you, the mistress! Don't worry; we'll take our time."