After My Future Mother-in-law Accused Me of Having an Affair1
Not long after our engagement party, my future mother-in-law accused me of cheating. She stormed into my house with a gang of local thugs, cornering me inside.
“Don’t think you’re off the hook just because my son’s not here!” she yelled.
“I spent a fortune bringing you into this family, and you dare cheat on my son? I’ll beat you to death!”
She slapped me twice, hard, and ordered the group to start wrecking my home.
I watched her calmly, then pulled out my phone and messaged Harper.
[Forget about the marriage license. Also, when you get a chance, swing by HR and hand in your resignation.]
[By the way, we’ll deal with your mom assaulting me and destroying my stuff when you’re back.]
[One more thing, that $10,000 you put down for the engagement? It won’t even cover the damages, not even close.]
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I was exhausted after work, so I had my driver take me home. When we reached my neighborhood, I noticed a mob of people blocking the entrance, yelling with righteous fury.
“Down with the cheater! Give back the engagement money!”
“A newlywed and already cheating? Bury her alive!”
It was a rowdy scene – people waving their phones, live-streaming the commotion.
“Hey, folks! You won’t believe this – she got caught cheating just days after the wedding! Her mother-in-law caught her red-handed!”
“Today, I’m going to show everyone what a shameless woman like her really looks like!”
I frowned, feeling disgusted by their vile words.
But I couldn’t deny it – they were attracting attention. More and more neighbors gathered around, craning their necks to watch the spectacle.
“Who’s the shameless woman? What a disgrace!”
“I swear, just because they look proper doesn’t mean they aren’t secretly trash!”
“Ew, that’s disgusting! Once we find out who she is, I’ll make sure to avoid walking past her house. Don’t want to catch any of that stink!”
The driver, annoyed by the traffic jam, honked continuously until the crowd reluctantly parted to let the car through.
As we slowly passed by, I caught a glimpse of an old woman sitting in the middle of the mob, weeping and cursing.
“That shameless bitch! We just paid her engagement money, and she’s already cheating while my son’s away on business! Someone help me get her out of this house and give us our money back!”
I recognized the voice but wasn’t in the mood to dig deeper.