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I gazed at her countenance. Our initial encounter was far from what I had anticipated.

As I prepared to elucidate the situation, she struck me across the face.

The force of the blow left me disoriented, causing my head to sway to one side.

Before I could recover, another slap landed on the opposite cheek.

The stinging sensation on my face rendered me incapable of coherent thought.

Her companions berated me, saying, "How could you, at your age, behave so shamefully? Seducing a married man like some harlot? Did you think we'd let you off easy without teaching you a lesson?"

"You're still in a school uniform. What makes you think you're worthy, you tramp?"

The commotion drew the attention of students in the neighboring dormitory.

Within moments, a crowd had gathered outside my room.

It took considerable time for me to regain my composure.

I clenched my jaw and fixed my gaze on Stephany, struggling to contain my fury.

"Ms. Smith, I believe there's been a misunderstanding. I'm not the mistress you speak of, and college students aren't what you imagine. Please show me some respect."

Recalling how my father had spent a decade choosing his wife before bringing her home, I aimed to preserve her dignity and endure this slight. However, her sneering response caught me off guard.

She gestured toward the luggage I'd brought from abroad and coldly remarked, "If you're not a mistress, then who are you? Unless I'm mistaken, that suitcase contains all the luxury items my husband purchased for you. You've certainly squandered his money during your four years at college! Do you deny posting those photos online?"

With that, she produced her phone and scrolled to my morning post.

The image showed me clutching my father's arm, carrying the latest Chanel bag.

The caption read, [Regardless of what the future holds, we'll always be each other's most important person.]

In that moment, I realized I had inadvertently caused her misunderstanding!

My anger swiftly gave way to speechless disbelief.

"You've got it all wrong!" I exclaimed. "I'm not the mistress you think I am! Didn't my dad inform you he has a daughter in college?!"

Stephany scrutinized me from head to toe.

She scoffed, saying sarcastically, "You think you're qualified? My husband's daughter is studying abroad. Who do you think you are? You're nothing but a prostitute masquerading as a student."

She jabbed her finger at my school uniform.

She bellowed, "If you knew he was already a father, how could you do something so despicable?"

I hadn't anticipated that after two years of communication from abroad, my surprise appearance at their wedding would lead to such a misunderstanding.

Growing impatient, I urgently said, "If you don't believe me, ask my dad! There are photos of me all over the house. Haven't you seen them?"

My words seemed to unsettle her momentarily.

"What photos? Don't try to deceive me! There's not a single photo in my apartment! My husband said his daughter doesn't like being photographed!"

Hearing this, everything suddenly became clear.

My dad had never taken her to our old home.

Anxiety caused me to break out in a sweat, yet I couldn't find a way to prove my identity. When Mom passed away, Dad had changed my surname to hers, so now even my name didn't match.

Noticing my distress, Stephany smiled triumphantly.

"Lost for words, aren't you? You harlot! If I don't teach you a lesson today, you'll never learn your place!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she gave an order.

The security guards behind her rushed in and began destroying everything in sight within my dormitory.

Stephany turned her attention to her phone, aiming the camera at the chaos on the floor.

After perusing the comments, she said, "Thanks for the reminder! I almost forgot about this tramp's suitcase!"

Then, ignoring my protests, she opened the suitcase and scattered its contents across the room.

She used scissors to shred the latest designer items I had purchased abroad.

My Hermes belt was torn apart, and the limited edition perfume was smashed, its contents spilling everywhere.

The scent seemed to enrage her further, her eyes reddening with fury.