When my husband, Drake Connor, posted a photo of me on social media, this random woman mistook me for his mistress.

She confronted me in the street, a baby in her arms and a crowd of relatives and friends in tow, ready to teach me a lesson.

"You shameless tramp! How dare you seduce my husband!

"I’ll beat you to death, you disgusting woman!"

The crowd beat me, smashed my car, and ripped my clothes. I left that encounter bruised and battered, suffering a concussion and a fractured arm.

In the end, I called the police and demanded justice. I had a divorce agreement drawn up and threw it in Drake's face.

"If it weren’t for me, you’d be begging in the streets! And now you dare to hide a woman and child from me?

"Get out! Don’t expect a penny from me!"

I had just stepped out of my car, ready to head into the mall for some shopping when I noticed a group of people charging toward me from across the street.

They clutched phones and megaphones as if broadcasting a live stream, and through the loudspeaker, they shouted about teaching some mistress a lesson.

I shook my head.

These days, it seemed live streams were getting more bizarre by the day—no wonder they pulled in so much attention.

Then, suddenly, I noticed the woman holding a baby in the center of the group. It was Nelly Brooks, the university student my husband, Drake Conner, had been sponsoring.

Years ago, Drake told me he wanted to support some students from poor backgrounds, explaining that he had come from a modest family himself and wanted to offer a hand to others.

I thought his empathy came from experience, so I encouraged him.

Nelly was one of the students he sponsored.

I’d seen her profile and picture before. Her family was destitute. Her parents had both passed away, and her grandparents had raised her with great hardship.

At the time, I even felt sympathy for her and asked Drake to help her as much as possible.

As they walked in my direction, I moved to step aside, but someone shoved me, and I nearly fell.

Nelly looked directly at me.

"No way you’re getting away!"

Then she panned the camera to herself and shouted, "Look, everyone! This is the mistress who seduced my husband!"

I was shocked but kept my face expressionless. "You’ve got the wrong person. I’m not anyone’s mistress."

Nelly immediately retorted, "We didn’t make a mistake. You’re exactly who we’re here for, Magdalene.

"None of you know just how shameless this woman is! She not only wants to break up my family but also plans to have my husband transfer all his assets into her name.

“My husband is the CEO of a public company, and he’s handsome too, so of course this little tramp was all over him!"

Then she panned the camera to the baby in her arms.

"This is our daughter. She’s over six months old now, and this woman started coming after him while I was still pregnant. Filthy homewrecker!"

I lost the patience to explain after listening to such outrageous allegations.

"So, Nelly, is it? I’m warning you. Don’t spread such unfounded accusations—"

But before I could finish, a woman beside me slapped me across the face.

A loud ringing filled my head, and I almost lost my balance.

I had never been hit like that by anyone in my life, so I was at my limit.

I reached into my bag to call the police, but before I could, someone snatched my purse, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it.

“You filthy woman! Are you still denying it? You won’t give this act up, huh?

“Didn’t your mother teach you not to wreck other people’s relationships? You’ve no shame! You’re worse than a common tramp!”

Someone grabbed my hair and yanked, sending a wave of pain down my scalp and sweat across my brow.

“Let go of me! I’m not someone you can lay a hand on.”

But the crowd acted as if they hadn’t heard anything I said.

They shoved their phones in my face, taking photos and videos with manic glee.

People poured into the livestream where comments flooded the screen.

[Show that shameless woman what’s coming to her! Teach her not to crawl into other men’s beds!]

[This woman knew he was married and did it anyway—she deserves everything she’s getting!]

[She looks so innocent though! Who would’ve thought she’d stoop to being someone’s side piece?]

Nelly sneered at the last comment.

“Oh, you don’t know. The more innocent a woman looks, the filthier she is on the inside. She’ll spread her legs for any man!”

Her friend chimed in, “Just look at her cheap little act—you can tell she’s done this before!”

Then their eyes turned to my car.

“A Ferrari? Must’ve cost millions. Guess being a mistress really pays, huh?”

Nelly handed her baby to some middle-aged woman nearby and said, “She bought this car with dirty money. Let’s wreck it.”

They grabbed metal rods and began smashing my car. I’d never seen people act so outrageously, without concern for consequence.

Nelly snatched my car keys, unlocked the doors, and rummaged through my belongings.

She tossed my things to the ground and stomped on them.

Then she pulled a large gift box from the trunk.

I frowned. “I should warn you—that porcelain vase is worth over fifty million dollars.”

I had won the vase at an auction last week as a gift for my father. I was planning to give it to him that night.

Nelly scoffed, unimpressed. “You think I don’t know better? It’s just a cheap vase, not worth anything close to millions. What a joke!”

She smashed the vase onto the ground and laughed maniacally.

I looked at her and the wreckage around me and sighed. “I wonder if you’ll still be laughing when it’s time for you to pay for all this.”

She slapped me across the face.

“Shut up! Don’t think you can fool me!”

Nelly eyed the jewelry I was wearing. Then she reached out and forcefully yanked the earrings from my ears.

Pain shot through me, and I winced, certain I was bleeding.

“Have you lost your mind, Nelly? I told you I don’t know your husband!”

Just as Nelly opened her mouth to respond, her phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and smiled sweetly.

“It’s my husband. He’s probably calling to check on me.”

Her friend chimed in, “Put it on speaker so this filthy woman can hear how good your husband is to you.”

“Sure.”

As soon as she answered, the fierce Nelly transformed into some docile creature.

“Honey, I’m out shopping with the baby and some friends.”

The man on the other end replied, “Just don’t stay out too late. Take good care of the child.”

I froze. I’ve known Drake for so many years, that I instantly recognized his voice.

Before that, I believed Nelly had made a mistake. But now, it felt like something inside me had broken.

I looked at Nelly, who had just hung up the phone, and asked, “Do you have a picture of your husband?”

Her expression was smug as she opened her phone’s photo gallery and held it up for me to see.

“Open your eyes wide and take a good look—this is my husband. He loves me, and you can’t take him away!”

In the photo, the man sat on the couch with Nelly and the baby in her arms, looking like a happy family of three.

There was no mistaking Drake in that photo.

As I gazed at the familiar living room, my fingers gradually curled into fists.

I bought that villa two years ago.

I hadn’t spent much time there since it was too far from my workplace, so I purchased another larger house where I lived.

The villa was usually under Drake's care.

For the past six months, Drake had often mentioned work trips, returning home only a few days each month.

I worried he was overworking himself, so I made him a grand meal whenever he came home.

So he hadn’t been coming home because he already had another family out there.

A family in a house I had paid for!

Even after being with Drake for so many years, he had always treated me with kindness and affection.

He was hardworking and honest—a good husband in everyone’s eyes.

I couldn’t believe he had cheated on me and fathered a child behind my back!

I still remember the day of our wedding when Drake cried and swore he would treat me well, till death do us part and all that.

Nelly watched me and mistook my silence for guilt. She pulled out another photo to show me.

“This is our marriage certificate. If I hadn’t gotten pregnant and had a baby, he would have thrown me a grand wedding. Eat that up, you filthy woman!”

I stared in confusion at the photo and the names on the marriage certificate.

It couldn’t be.

Drake and I hadn’t divorced. If they were married, then Drake had committed bigamy.

Before I could consider the matter further, Nelly yanked the necklace off my neck and tried to grab my bracelet.

“Don’t touch the bracelet!” I shouted in panic.

“I can let you have everything else, but this bracelet is off-limits.”

Nelly instructed her two friends to hold my hands down while she pried the bracelet from my wrist.

“Give it back! Return my bracelet!” I pleaded desperately.

“Look Nelly, if you return the bracelet, I won’t pursue any damages for the car you smashed or the other antiques you broke.

“Please, just give me my bracelet back.”

Nelly looked at me, her smile wicked and triumphant. “Seeing you so scared is pretty entertaining.”

Desperation consumed me as I growled, “Do you have any idea how much this bespoke bracelet is worth? Over a hundred million dollars!”

Nelly scoffed at me. “Stop trying to fool me. You really think I’m stupid enough to believe a mere bracelet could be worth over a hundred million?”

I clenched my fists. “This bracelet is custom made, one of a kind—priceless! You can’t afford to pay for it!”

Some viewers in the livestream recognized its value.

[That’s true actually. I recognize the maker’s symbol.]

Nelly appeared taken aback.

The middle-aged woman who had slapped me earlier poked her arm.

“Don’t be scared, Nelly. If that bracelet is really worth what she says, how could this fox possibly afford it?

“Your husband must have bought it so that makes it marital property!

“Just smash it if you want! What are you afraid of?”

“Exactly, Nelly. Your aunt is right,” Nelly’s friend chimed in.

Nelly nodded in agreement. “Right! If he gave it to her then it’s rightfully mine!”

I looked at them, my anger boiling over.

What a bunch of fools!

“Listen carefully. I am Drake’s legal wife! You will all pay for your stupidity!”

But my words were drowned out by their shouts and insults.

They held me down, and no matter how fiercely I struggled, I couldn’t break free of their grasp.

Nelly lifted the bracelet high above her head, a malicious smile spreading across her face.

“The more you care, the more I want to destroy it. After all, you’re the mistress who wrecked my family!”

Then she let go.

“No!” I screamed.

With a loud crack, the bracelet hit the ground and shattered into a million pieces. I trembled as anger coursed through my body.

The bracelet held immense significance for me.

When I was a child, my parents were always busy, and so I was raised by my grandmother.

She passed away two years ago, leaving me with the bracelet as a parting gift. Wearing it felt like having her by my side.

Now it lay in pieces, and my last connection to her was gone.

I glared at Nelly and her friends, my eyes burning with rage.

I gritted my teeth and glared at them. “You’ll regret that. Even if you get on your knees and beg for your lives, nothing can fix this. Not one of you will escape!”

Nelly's expression turned vicious.

“Look at this filthy mistress still talking tough, ladies! We’ve got to teach her a lesson!”

As it was all happening on the sidewalk, many onlookers had gathered around to watch the scene unfold.

I pleaded for help, but they eyed me coldly as I sank into utter despair.

To make their punishment more thorough, Nelly and her friends dragged me into a nearby alley.

In the secluded space, their torment became more ruthless. They tore at my clothes and pulled at my hair.

I clutched the hem of my coat tightly. Thankfully, it was winter, so I had worn a few layers that made it difficult for them to completely undress me.

“Don’t touch me! This is wrong! You’re all going to pay for this!”

One slightly plump woman viciously jabbed her finger at my forehead.

“You dare lecture us about the law?”

They seemed to be growing frustrated by how long it was taking.

“You harlot! You see a rich man, a CEO of a public company and you want to steal him! I’ll tear your face apart now and see how you’ll seduce men like him in the future!”

I quickly dodged her attack but lost a chunk of hair in the process, the sudden pain causing me to gasp.

These women were lunatics!

“I’ll make you regret that,” I warned her.

In response, the rest began to punch and kick me.

Nelly stepped on my arm and put all her weight into it to keep me still.

My face turned pale as she smiled in satisfaction.

“Go ahead, you arrogant woman! Let’s see how much you can take!

“This is my retribution!”

I wanted to fight back, but there were too many of them, and they had pinned me firmly to the ground.

I looked up at Nelly. “Call Drake right now and ask him who I am!”

Nelly grabbed my head and slammed it against the ground.

“Who else could you be but a dead mistress?

“Don’t think I don’t know you want Drake to come rescue you. Stop dreaming! Even God can’t save you now.”

In the live chat, someone asked: [Isn’t it a crime to beat someone up like that?]

Nelly increased the pressure on my arm and pointed at my face.

“This woman is a troublemaker. If I don’t teach her a lesson, she’ll just go after other men. Maybe even your husbands.

“I’m doing us a favor!”

The comments section erupted with messages showing their support.

[Such women ruin societal morals and deserve a good beating!]

[If I weren’t at work right now, I’d rush over and slap her myself!]

[My husband was once captivated by a mistress, and he abandoned me and my son. I have zero tolerance for women like these!]

Encouraged by their words, Nelly’s arrogance soared to new heights as she beat me mercilessly.

I had never felt such rage before.

I bit my lip and took the beating.

Suddenly, my vision darkened, and just before I passed out, I thought I heard the sound of police sirens...