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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

By this point, the presenters had grown bolder, and they resumed their mockery of me.


"A despised homewrecker actually believes she's worthy and deserves payment? You must be obsessed with money!"


"Indeed. Everything you consume, don and utilize comes from Ms. Davis' partner. What grounds do you have to ask for compensation?"


"Regarding the wound on your face, it's a token bestowed by Ms. Davis. You ought to be grateful for receiving a mark that signifies your position!"


"We're certain Ms. Davis' boyfriend funded those garments you're wearing. We're merciful enough to allow you some self-respect, otherwise we'd leave you bare!"


They took turns hurling insults at me. They tormented me while priding themselves on their perceived fairness, convinced they had shown me mercy. Meanwhile, I, the injured party, was expected to appreciate their supposed kindness.


I could no longer contain the fury bubbling within me, and the throbbing pain on my face only intensified my anger.


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