Mistaken for a Mistress and Disfigured by Her Future Daughter-in-Law

After a beauty treatment, I returned home and watched a local live stream. A group of women was vehemently protesting with signs that read "Don't be a homewrecker" and "Stop seducing other people's husbands". They passionately chanted, "No mercy to mistresses!" The woman leading the charge interacted with her live audience, urging, "Everyone, I'm about to take you to confront the mistress!"

They arrived at a high-end residential area. I took a closer look and realized it was my neighborhood. The live stream was flooded with comments.

"Is this where that wretch lives?"

"I heard all the women here are kept by wealthy businessmen."

"I can't wait to see the drama unfold. My husband was seduced by a mistress, and I despise homewreckers more than anything in my life!"

Suddenly, the camera captured a familiar young woman. It was Gloria, my son's fiancée. They had been together since college for four years, and my son always praised her kindness and gentleness. He had shown me her photos. Although we hadn't met, I already regarded her as my future daughter-in-law. My son planned to bring her over in a few days to meet me and finalize their engagement.

At that moment, Gloria, with tears in her eyes, tearfully told the camera, "I've been with Steven for four years, and we're about to get married. But this woman took advantage of my business trip to send various messages seducing my boyfriend, even threatening me to break up or she would disfigure me." Her tears were heart-wrenching. The netizens sympathized with her and cursed the mistress.

I immediately called my son. "Steven, no wonder you maxed out your credit card. Did you spend all of your money on your mistress?" "Mom, what are you talking about? Mistress? I gave my card to Gloria. She must have spent it." "Don't lie to me. Gloria is on a live stream crying, saying she's going to confront your mistress. Steven, you cannot betray your girlfriend, or I'll break your legs when you come back. I won't allow a mistress in our family." At that moment, someone knocked on the door, and I hung up.

As soon as I opened the door, I was pushed back by force. A group of women barged in. Before I could steady myself, several cell phones were thrust in my face.

"Look, everyone! This is the mistress we're here to punish today!"

"Being the other woman lives in such a big house, have you no shame?"

"She looks decent, but turns out to be so despicable, seducing someone else's husband!"

Insults filled my ears.

I recognized them from the live stream and immediately tried to explain, "You have the wrong..." But before I could finish, Gloria slapped me hard across the face. "You shameless woman! How dare you seduce my man?"

Their curses were too loud, drawing many curious neighbors. I tried to compose myself and said sternly to Gloria, "You must be Gloria. You've got the wrong person. I'm not the mistress you're looking for." To my surprise, Gloria didn't leave but grew even angrier. "What? You dare do such things but won't admit it? I personally heard you calling my fiancé 'darling' in a voice message. Don't try to deny it."

I then realized, to my astonishment, that she was accusing me of being my son’s mistress, simply because I had called my son 'darling.'