After dealing with my parents' estate overseas, I had just landed back in the country when my brother's girlfriend confronted me at the airport.

"So, you think you can steal my man and not even own up to it?

"Seriously, look at you—you're clearly just a mistress!

"Even if you become his main partner, you'll never amount to anything!"

She and her crew went wild, vandalizing my car and destroying the antiques my parents had left me.

I called my brother, Scott, right away. "Scott, your girlfriend is out of control!"

"She's trashed my car and ruined the priceless stuff from my parents. I want her to pay for everything!"

Later, she was on her knees, begging me to forgive her.

I said, "It's not about realizing your mistake—you're just scared. But it's too late for that now!"

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As soon as I returned to the country, Elisa Pugh cornered me in the airport parking garage.

She didn't recognize me and mistook me for the mistress who was trying to seduce her boyfriend. But I recognized her immediately—she was a well-known online streamer from New York. I had been humiliated by her during one of her outdoor live streams, which led to months of online abuse and years of psychological trauma. I couldn't believe she was now my brother's girlfriend.

In the parking garage, as I was about to leave in a stretched Maybach, several cars blocked my way. Elisa and her entourage of angry women got out and surrounded my car, hurling insults.

"This must be the harlot! This car belongs to my man, no doubt about it!"

"Get out of the car, you shameless bitch!"

"Let's expose this mistress on live stream and show her true face to her family and friends!"

A group of aggressive women were shouting around my car while Elisa was live streaming and making a scene, painting me as the villain.

James, the driver, tried to reason with them, but a few burly women attacked him, leaving him injured.

I frowned, pushed the car door open, and stepped out. "Are you people out of your minds? If you keep this up, I'll call the police…"

Before I could finish, Elisa slapped me hard. I was seething with anger, ready to retaliate, but the aggressive women grabbed me and started verbally abusing me.

"Of course, with a face like that, no wonder you're trying to steal someone's man!"

"Ugh, women like her are disgusting. Should we scratch her face?"

"Let's not go that far—it's illegal. But we can definitely make her life a living hell and make sure she and her family never hold their heads high again!"

While they were insulting me, Elisa was shoving her phone right in my face.

"Everyone, look closely—this is the woman who stole my man!

"She's meddling in our relationship and has the nerve to demand I step aside for her!

"She even threatened me, saying if I didn't go away, she'd make sure I paid!"

Elisa's performance was convincing, with her tearful eyes and outraged tone, quickly garnering sympathy from her live stream audience.

In the chat, people were furious.

[Why would a mistress deserve true love? Today, she's with one man, and tomorrow, she'll be in someone else's bed!]

[Damn that mistress! I'm so angry I could slap her myself!]

[Does anyone know where she lives? Let's all go to her place and make sure everyone in her neighborhood knows what a shameless mistress she is!]

[Women like her are a plague. We demand that the streamer expose her and make her a public spectacle!]

The number of viewers in the live stream surged, and the traffic skyrocketed, making Elisa and her crew even more excited.

"Look at her, riding in my man's car. Ladies, let's smash it!

"I don't want this car either. It's been tainted by this home-wrecker!"

At Elisa's command, the group of aggressive women pulled out wrenches and baseball bats from their cars and started smashing my vehicle in a frenzy. James, the driver, tried to stop them, but he was no match for the aggressive women. Seeing me signal him, James quickly pulled out his phone and called the police. Elisa's group tried to stop him, but James ran off.

"Don't bother chasing him. It's nothing!" Elisa said confidently. "Even if the cops come, so what? It's my man's car—what's the worst that could happen?"

I gritted my teeth and told Elisa, "I hope you're still so confident when the police arrive! This car is worth millions—you can't afford to replace it!"

This car wasn't actually my brother's; it was a gift from my father two years ago. I had been abroad recently, so my brother was just using it temporarily.

Elisa slapped me again and sneered, "It's just a cheap car. Only someone like you would treat it like a treasure!"

"If I wanted one, my man could buy me a new one anytime!

"Ladies, smash everything inside the car!"

I was at a loss for words at Elisa's ignorance. This luxury Maybach was worth over twenty million—it was far beyond what her boyfriend could afford. His annual salary was only about a million, which wouldn't even cover twenty years of debt.

My brother Scott Davidson's abilities were mediocre. If he weren't my brother, I would have fired him from the family business long ago due to his branch's declining performance.

"Hey, look! There are a lot of antiques and artworks in here!"

"This mistress has an interest in fine art too?"

"How shameless to steal someone's man and pretend to be cultured!"

"Does anyone here know about antiques and art? Are these things real or fake?"

The women dragged out two large suitcases from the car and opened them. When they saw the antiques and artwork inside, they were momentarily stunned.

The value of antiques and artworks was hard to estimate. If they were fakes, it was no big deal. But if they were real, damaging them would be incredibly costly.

Elisa, clearly caught up in the excitement, said, "Smash everything! Even if these things are real, they were bought with my man's money!

"My man's money is my money. If this harlot touched them, I don't want them!"

With that, Elisa grabbed a piece of artwork and ripped it apart.

My heart sank. It was a renowned Renaissance painting which my father had bought for nearly four hundred million ten years ago. It was also the most valuable item in the estate my parents left behind overseas.

Seeing Elisa's smug expression and the destruction being recorded by the surveillance cameras, I decided to let the cameras capture everything. I would make sure Elisa paid for this, and I'd make sure she experienced the same kind of suffering she had inflicted on me.

When Elisa and her crew started rummaging through the trunk, I panicked.

"Stop! You can't touch those things!"

There was nothing valuable in the trunk, just an old suitcase. Inside the suitcase were some old photos, colorful braided bracelets, and other items—precious memories my parents had left me. I could have cared less about the other things, but the contents of that old suitcase were as important to me as my own life.

A few of the fierce women dragged the old suitcase out of the trunk, threw it on the ground, and smashed it open.

"I thought it would be something valuable, but it's just junk!"

"Worthless trash, just like this cheap mistress!"

They cursed and dumped the contents of the suitcase onto the ground, carelessly discarding everything. I struggled in anger, but two of the aggressive women held me down, leaving me unable to move.

Elisa sneered, "Weren't you so arrogant just a moment ago? How come you're not so cocky now?"

I gritted my teeth and said, "Those things might not be worth much, but they're important to me. You…"

"Slap!"

Elisa slapped me hard again, glaring at me with malice. "You scheming little bitch, did you not think about ending up like this when you were seducing my man?

"These things are important to you?

"Fine, then I'll make sure you watch as I destroy them!"

With that, Elisa picked up the old photos and other items from the ground and began tearing and shredding them, throwing them at me like garbage.

"No, stop!"

I cried out desperately, but I was powerless to stop them. The more I cried, the more excited and wild Elisa and her crew became.

"Look, this bitch is crying!"

"Crying like the scheming woman she is. Ugh!"

"Everyone, hit that follow button! A mistress can never escape her label. I advise all the sisters who want to meddle in other people's relationships to stay alert!"

Elisa and her group played the role of righteous judges, prompting cheers from the livestream viewers.

Just as they were basking in their self-righteous glory, my driver, James, arrived hurriedly with the airport police.

"What's going on here? Let go!" the police commanded sternly.

The two women holding me down immediately released me when they saw the police. I sobbed on the ground, trembling as I picked up the old photos and other items that Elisa had torn apart.

Seeing the police arrive made Elisa and her group a bit nervous, but they quickly composed themselves.

"Don't be scared; we haven't broken any laws. It's everyone's duty to punish a mistress!"

"This bitch seduced someone else's man. What's wrong with teaching her a lesson here?"

"Are you police really going to protect someone who's ruining relationships?"

Seeing the women's brazen attitudes, the airport police officers could hardly contain their laughter.