Real and Fake Fiancée

However, before they could look at the marriage certificate, Lucy snatched it and tore it to pieces.

"You think you can fool us with a fake marriage certificate, bitch?"

"Ladies, don't be deceived by this woman. She's full of tricks. Otherwise, how could my clever husband fall for her lies?"

Staring at the shredded pieces on the floor, I couldn't help but retort, "You keep calling Hugh Jackson your husband, but do you have a marriage certificate to prove it? Just calling him your husband doesn't make it true!"

Seeing her friends suspected again, Lucy quickly pulled out her wedding and engagement photos with Hugh.

"Hugh and I have been together since college. We got engaged two years ago. If it weren't for his busy work schedule, we would have already had our wedding at home town!"

Looking at the dates on their wedding and engagement photos, I felt a surge of fury.

We had been married for just a year, and Hugh was already cheating!

Connecting all the ignored details, it all made sense. The faint scent of unfamiliar perfume on him, the increasing overtime, the forgotten anniversaries...

I thought these were signs of a long-married couple, believing it would get better once we had kids. But

I never suspected he was cheating and no longer loved me.

"Lucy, do you think tearing up my marriage certificate can deceive everyone into thinking you're not the other woman?

"Whether you're fooled or not, I demand you to leave my house right now, or else I won't be so polite!"

Lucy simply ignored what I said and wandered around my house.

While they were not paying attention, I immediately pressed the property emergency button on the videophone.

But two women quickly covered my mouth and told security it was a mistake before disconnecting the call and pinning me to the ground.

All I could do was pray that the security would notice something was wrong and come quickly!

Lucy was enraged by my attempt to call for help.

"You bitch! If all you can do is slander me and play the victim, then you'll regret it!

"Ladies, what should we do with this shameless woman?"

Lucy turned to the livestream camera, her face twisted with anger.

"She loves money, doesn't she? Then let's start by destroying what she cares about the most!"

Then, a group of women began to smash everything in sight, sparing nothing.

The things they could not smash were cut with scissors.

When I saw the tools they took out of their bags, I realized that they came prepared!

In the livestream, viewers cheered them on.

[Smash it all! Teach this bitch a lesson!]

[To deal with such a shameless woman, you should attack her weak spot!]

[Don't leave anything untouched!]

[Make her house a ruin! Only then will our anger be satisfied!]

Lucy looked at the comments, and her pretty face was full of pride.

"Thank you, everyone! I promise I won't disappoint you! As his rightful wife, I will show every mistress the consequences of their actions!"

Seeing the expensive paintings and antique decorations in the living room about to be destroyed, I coldly reminded them, "You're destroying my property, not his. If you stop now, you might still be able to afford the damages. But if anything else breaks, it'll cost you millions."

After hearing this, the members of the group deliberately dropped the porcelain on the ground.

"Oh, I'm so scared! But what can you do? It's already broken!"

"Look at your mistress-like demeanor. You call yourself a wife?"

"I can smell your stench from a distance. Which man in his right mind would marry you?"

Lucy joined the destruction with zeal, encouraged by her friends.

In order to relieve her anger, they handed her everything that looked valuable.

"Smash it all, Lucy!"

"This is your right as his wife!"

"If her things are so valuable, how many men did she sleep with to get them? You're avenging all the wronged wives!"

"That's right! Keep smashing, Lucy. Everyone knows she's a homewrecker. Even if she suffers, she can't complain, or she'll be against all the rightful wives!"

"After today, she will be known as a lowly mistress for the rest of her life. Whenever she goes out, she will be despised by the world!"

The livestream audience cheered even louder, urging Lucy to continue.

[Smash it all, Lucy! We're all behind you!]

[If I were there, I'd set her house on fire!]

Emboldened by the support, Lucy stopped pretending to be a delicate pregnant woman and smashed things with even more fervor.

For each item they broke, I announced the value.

"You've now smashed items worth at least a hundred million dollars. I hope you can pay up as boldly as you're breaking things!"

Standing amidst the one hundred million wreckages, they reveled in their destruction.

After the living room was trashed, they rushed to my walk-in closet.

Seeing the collection of limited-edition luxury items, they turned green with envy.

"Damn it. This mistress is filthy rich!"

"How many homes did she wreck to get all these?"

The crowd's anger intensified.

One voice broke through the chaos.

"Do you think she was telling the truth about the prices of those things in the living room?"

The women who were destroying my closet were all stunned.

But it only took a second before they started again.

"That's better! Destroying the spoils she worked so hard to get would probably make her feel worse than killing her!"

"That's why we destroy them!"

"Yes! If the law won't punish mistresses, we will!"

"I really want to see her cry!"

"If she doesn't beg for mercy, it means she hasn't learned her lesson. It's our duty to straighten her out!"

"Otherwise, she might come after our husbands next!"

The vicious words whipped the women into a frenzy.

Even the two holding me down released me to join the destruction.

Free at last, I searched for my phone.

Unfortunately, just after I dialed the police number, I was discovered by one of them.

She threw one of my LV bags at me from a distance.

"This bitch is looking for help! Stop her!"

Before I could say a word, my own bag hit me and my vision went dark.

When my vision returned, they had already rushed into my bedroom.

"This bitch even took wedding photos! She thinks she's the real wife? Too bad, fake is fake!"

"Ladies, smash it all!"

With nothing left to break into the bedroom, they started using chairs to hit the walls. My heart raced, but I kept silent.

I knew they were out of control and wouldn't stop.

As long as they didn't touch the switch, those things in the secret room would be safe.

With a click sound, my heart sank.