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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

As soon as the police arrived, the self-appointed moral arbiters lost their bravado.


However, a few hardliners remained defiant, yelling, "Stand your ground! We're fighting for justice and women's honor. We've done nothing wrong."


"That's right! We're seeking retribution for the victims. Is that illegal? Our devoted viewers support us!"


Buoyed by these declarations, the other vigilantes regained their nerve and self-righteousness.


The officers surveyed the disheveled room and noticed me bound to a chair, my face bloodied. They quickly moved to release me.


One officer stated, "You call this justice? Causing a disturbance, abducting someone, and inflicting harm in broad daylight?" At his cue, his colleagues began documenting the scene and gathering evidence.


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