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I affectionately called my son "sweetie," which led my soon-to-be daughter-in-law to accuse me of being a home-wrecker. She even brought a group of women, who called themselves the ethical arbiters from the "Home-wrecker Vigilantes," into my residence.
"How dare you tempt a man and then refuse to acknowledge it?" they demanded.
"A lady should uphold traditional values. We, the moral arbiters, are here to discipline those who are ethically bankrupt!"
As they yelled furiously, they began destroying everything in sight. All my valuable antique pieces worth millions were shattered.
My future daughter-in-law went as far as to disfigure my face with a blade. With blood on my hands, I took out my phone and sent a message to my son, Bryce Kingsley: [Your girlfriend has quite an unusual way of meeting the in-laws!]

Mistaken Identity, Sweetie Triggers a Vigilante Nightmare

Alyssa finished marring my left cheek and shifted her attention to the right. Those brief moments felt like an eternity of torment.


"Finished!" Alyssa declared with a pleased expression. She retrieved her pocket mirror and positioned it before my face, revealing the words "Home" on one side and "wrecker" on the other, brutally carved into my flesh.


"This is the consequence for anyone who tries to steal my boyfriend, regardless of who you are!" she proclaimed with a victorious grin.


The rest of the group erupted in mocking laughter upon seeing the stark "Homewrecker" etched across my visage.


Satisfied with their handiwork, they were about to depart when suddenly, a team of law enforcement officers burst through the entrance.


One policeman inquired, "We received an alert from the building manager about the security alarm being activated in this residence. What's transpired here?"


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