My Future Daughter-in-law Treats Me as a Mistress

On the eve of my son’s wedding, I returned to the country to meet my soon-to-be daughter-in-law’s family, only to be accused of being the other woman.

“These days, some shameless people think they can get away with anything! Just because you’ve climbed into Hudson’s bed doesn’t mean you’ll marry him!”

“I’m the one who’s about to become his rightful wife.”

“Today, I’m going to show you just how impossible it is to cross the line between our worlds!”

My future daughter-in-law had my legs broken, my hair viciously yanked out as she trampled me underfoot.

She laughed as she had me stripped naked, recording the whole thing while threatening me:

“If you enjoy being a homewrecker so much, let’s show everyone what you look like with nothing to hide.”

She then put a burlap sack over my head and dumped me in front of my son, crying out:

“Honey, she dared to slander your mother, saying she built the family empire by sleeping her way to the top.”

“People like her deserve to be ruined!”

My son, always so filial, was enraged by her words and viciously kicked me in the stomach. He even uploaded the video in front of me.

As I lay there, curled up and barely alive, my future daughter-in-law ripped off the sack, revealing my face:

“Honey, this is the bitch who tried to seduce you!”

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After my husband died, I worked tirelessly, day and night, to turn our small family business into the Barrett Group.

I raised my son on my own, until he took over the company entirely, finally giving me some free time.

But the media, ever looking to stir trouble, tried to drive a wedge between us:

“Mr. Barrett, you’ve made bold moves since taking over. Are you trying to sideline your mother?”

My son immediately blacklisted that media outlet, declaring angrily, “My mother will always be the president of Barrett Group. I’ll be her son for life!”

My son was both filial and capable, and I was happy to step back and travel the world. I only recently returned to the country to stay for a while, as my son’s wedding was approaching.

Wanting to show my support for the wedding, I made a point of getting a full beauty treatment in France before returning.

The last time I met my future in-laws was via video call, so this would be our first formal meeting. I dressed up especially for the occasion.

With an hour left before the scheduled meeting, I was all set to leave the old family estate, filled with anticipation and goodwill.

Suddenly, the villa’s door was kicked open, and a group of people stormed into the living room, full of anger.

“Where’s the tramp who seduced my son-in-law? Get out here!”

“What nerve! A washed-up tramp trying to steal someone else’s husband – she’s asking for a beating!”

“Hiding, are you? Coward! If you had the guts to sneak into his bed, come out and face me!”

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The vicious insults echoed through the living room and reached the bedroom.

Frowning, I thought: I’m the only one in the villa – are they mistaken?

Besides, I knew my son well; he was devoted and loyal.

To marry Joey Elliott, he even flew to Italy to ask me to be nice to the girl he loved:

“Mom, Joey’s the sweetest girl I’ve ever met. Don’t judge her for not going to college or because of where she comes from. Once you meet her, I know you’ll love her just as much as I do!”

My son was so sure she was the one that I agreed to the marriage without even meeting her, and I even gifted them the expensive jewelry I had just bought.

This must be a misunderstanding; there’s no other woman here, and Hudson wouldn’t cheat! We just need to clear this up.

With that in mind, I composed myself and walked over to Joey, the leader of the group, with a smile.

But before I could say anything, Joey rushed forward and slapped me hard across the face.

“You filthy whore, I can’t believe I caught you here! Today, I’ll show you what it means to be the rightful wife.”