I bit my tongue, deciding it was pointless to argue. If they wanted to smash things, let them.
It was all on camera, and I was curious to see how they’d react when they found out the truth.
In less than half an hour, the entire living room was in ruins. But they weren’t satisfied yet. Someone ran into my bedroom and came out holding a wooden tray.
On it was a set of rare emerald jewelry.
My face went pale, and I rushed forward to stop them.
“You can’t destroy that!”
This jewelry set wasn’t just priceless – it held deep sentimental value. My late grandmother had flown overseas the year I was born to purchase it at an auction, gifting it to me as a special keepsake.
Just as my fingers were about to touch the tray, Beatrice snatched it away first. Her eyes were filled with contempt as she lifted the tray high above her head.
“This looks exactly like the cheap junk they sell at the market! And you’re treating it like some kind of treasure? Clearly, you’ve never seen anything real in your life!
“You’ve already wasted so much of my son’s money – what difference does it make if I smash this too?”
With that, she hurled the tray to the ground. I stood there, watching in horror as the precious jewelry shattered into pieces right before my eyes.
Tears streamed down my face.
My parents had spent most of their time abroad, and it was my grandmother who raised me. After she passed, this set of jewelry was all I had left to remember her by.
I had always imagined passing it down as a family heirloom to my future children with Harper.
But now, it was gone – destroyed in the most absurd way possible.
I knelt down, gathering the fragments in my hands, sobbing like a child.
Was this my late grandmother’s way of punishing me for being so blind in love?
The more devastated I was, the more excited the crowd became. They gleefully pointed their cameras at me, hurling insults and jeers:
“Look at her! Crying like a little tramp!”
“The more upset she gets, the more we know we’re doing a good job. C’mon, folks, let’s hit that like button! We need to make sure she gets what she deserves today!”
I wiped away my tears and stood up, frantically searching for my phone to call the police.
Just as I found it, a young man pushed his way through the crowd and into the house.
His face was filled with confusion and horror as he surveyed the mess. “What the hell is going on here?”