The Night With Him Destroyed All Their Perfect Lies

“Exactly, seducing your best friend’s husband, this is beyond shameless!”

“Some people just love to steal what isn’t theirs. It’s repulsive!”

“Someone like you, willing to be the other woman, deserves to be beaten into submission!”

The insults flew at me like arrows, but I remained unmoved.

My best friend approached, fury in her eyes as she spat, “Last time, I accused you of deliberately leaving your underwear at my house to tempt my husband. You denied it then.”

“Well, now we have the proof. What do you have to say for yourself?”

I met her gaze, shrugging indifferently.

“I have nothing to say.”

Seeing that I was still unfazed, my best friend’s anger flared. She grabbed my hair, her voice seething, “You slut, you steal another woman’s husband and act like it doesn’t bother you, huh?”

“Today, I’ll teach you the price of stealing my man!”

Her hand lifted, ready to strike, but before she could make contact, a voice rang out,

“Stop! Let go of my daughter!”

I turned toward the voice, and my heart skipped as I saw my parents rushing toward us, their faces a mix of concern and authority.

As soon as they arrived, my father, like a knight defending his kingdom, seized my best friend’s wrist with unwavering strength, his voice steady and commanding. “My daughter has always been respectful and virtuous; she would never stoop to such lows.”

“There must be some misunderstanding here.”

My mother, fierce as a lioness protecting her cub, enveloped me in her arms, her voice thick with emotion.

“Yes, I can’t believe my daughter would ever do something like that!”

“You must have misunderstood her!”

Her gaze turned to me, desperate and urgent, “Nancy, you need to explain to Samarah Vespertine. This isn’t like you. There’s a misunderstanding, isn’t there?”

I remained composed, unaffected by the storm around me, my words calm and unwavering.

“There’s no misunderstanding. I pursued her husband, and I don’t regret it.”

My best friend scoffed, her eyes narrowing with a cold sneer, “Did you hear that? She’s admitting it; she tried to seduce my husband!”

“She dares to take what’s mine? Today, I’ll make sure she pays the price!”

With a swift movement, she yanked a dagger from her bag and lunged at me, fury written all over her face.

Seeing this, my mother acted without hesitation, grabbing my best friend’s arm before kneeling in front of her, her voice trembling with desperation.

“Samarah, Nancy is not the person you think she is. There’s been some kind of misunderstanding.”

“Give me just one day, and I will make sure this is cleared up.”

“If you’re truly angry, come at me. Take my life if you must, but please don’t hurt my daughter.”

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she pleaded, her words carrying the weight of a mother’s love, a love that would sacrifice anything for her child.

The sight of her, so vulnerable yet filled with fierce protection, stirred something in the crowd around us.

“Though the daughter might be a handful, it’s clear her mother has a heart of gold.”

“Unmatched, the love a mother has for her child. A woman who’d offer her life to protect her daughter is truly rare.”

“This mistress is lucky to have a mother who loves her so deeply.”

Even my best friend’s friends couldn’t help but exchange looks, some whispering.

“I’d heard rumors about Nancy’s mother, but seeing this, she truly would lay down her life for her daughter.”

It was then I noticed that even Samarah, in her rage, was visibly shaken by my mother’s selfless plea.

Samarah’s gaze lingered on my mother for a long moment, her cold eyes scanning every inch of her before she slowly put the dagger back into her bag.

With a calculated calmness, she turned to me, her voice icy. “Nancy, I’m letting you off today, just for your mother’s sake.”

“But I’m giving you one day. Tomorrow, you’d better—”

Before she could finish, I acted in a split second, pulling a brick from my bag and slamming it into my mother’s head with a sickening crack.

Blood exploded from her skull, the horrifying sound echoing through the silence.

She crumpled to the ground like a ragdoll, lifeless, her body a tragic heap of defeat.