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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

The sudden strike left me dizzy and disoriented.


Simultaneously, the intruders who had burst into my residence began taunting me.


"Such a respectable facade, yet you're nothing but a home-wrecker. You deserve this!"


"Indeed. We're here as moral arbiters to instill proper values in you."


Attracted by the noise, neighbors gathered to spectate, jeering and making snide comments.


Containing my rising fury, I addressed Alyssa directly, "You're Alyssa, correct? There's been a mistake. I'm not the home-wrecker you're seeking."


Considering Alyssa was Bryce's partner and he might have wronged her, I chose to overlook this misunderstanding.


I expected her to depart reasonably after my explanation, but surprisingly, she grew more agitated.


Alyssa yelled haughtily, "Really? Brave enough to be a home-wrecker but not to admit it?


"I clearly heard you address my boyfriend as 'sweetie' on WhatsApp."


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