Who’s the Real Homewrecker

At my mothers funeral, my ex-husbands girlfriend stormed in with a team of bodyguards and started wrecking the place.
She thought I was his mistress.
Priceless heirlooms and artworks, meant to honor my mother, were ripped to shreds and scattered across the floor. When I rushed forward to explain, she grabbed a fistful of my hair.
A homewrecker has a mother? Arent you all just things born but never raised right? she shrieked. For all I know, thats just a jar of flour youre using to scam my fianc out of his money!
Today, Im going to expose you for the gold-digging parasite you are and ruin you completely!
A cold smile touched my lips.
A homewrecker?
It seemed she had no idea who the real other woman was.

1
After hours of managing the funeral, I finally found a moment to rest and check my phone. A people you may know notification popped up.
I clicked on it. The woman was live-streaming, and she looked vaguely familiar. She was weeping about being tormented by her partners mistress, rallying a whole army of online supporters. The comments were a torrent of fury.
It took me a moment to place her.
Wasnt that my ex-husbands mistress, Amber?
No wonder he didnt have time to play the part of a supportive friend at my mothers funeral. He was too busy putting out fires in his own backyard.
Ambers voice was thick with tears. Everyone, that viper has sucked my fianc dry of over a million dollars in just one month! We had to postpone our wedding because of her!
And she had the nerve to send me the bills to flaunt it! I hired a private investigator to find her, and if I dont teach her a lesson today, Ill have lived for nothing!
A homewrecker with a dead mother? And she has the gall to hold a funeral now? Her moms been dead for years, and shes just now using it as an excuse to grift for cash? Ive never seen a woman so shameless!
A million dollars in a month?
I had to hand it to him. A leopard can't change its spots. The man Amber had stolen was now being stolen from her in the exact same way.
I clicked out of her live stream and scrolled through her old videos. They were a curated fantasy of high-end restaurants and luxury gifts. My ex had certainly spared no expense on her.
She may have been cheated on now, but shed profited handsomely before.
Too bad a mans affection is always in flux.
Now, she was just like I had been when I first discovered Neils infidelitydesperate and broken.
I glanced at the time. The interment was about to begin. I put my phone away and went back to the guests.
I had just finished my words of thanks when a commotion erupted outside. Before I could even ask what was happening, a powerful force shoved me to the ground.
A phone on a tripod was thrust in my face before I could get up.
Ambers voice was shrill. Here she is, everyone! The homewrecker whos been clinging to my fianc! A vile creature, born but never raised right. Look at this washed-up hag, still trying to seduce men!
Homewreckers deserve to die! If youre going to destroy someone elses relationship, youd better be prepared for the consequences!
I pushed myself up on one hand, my brow furrowed. Youve made a mistake. Im divorced. You have the wrong person. This isnt the place for this. If you leave now, I can pretend this never happened.
She let out a wild laugh. Did you hear that, everyone? Not only is she a hag, shes divorced second-hand goods! All talk and no shame!
She swung the camera around the room. This is the fake funeral shes using to scam us out of our wedding money! Over a million dollars! What, is her mothers urn made of solid gold?
I struggled to my feet as the guests stared, their faces a mixture of shock and morbid curiosity. For the sake of the funeral, I lowered my voice, trying to de-escalate. This is my mothers funeral, and I am not your fiancs mistress. Im warning you to leave now, and I will forget this ever happened.
Amber sneered and pulled out another phone, tapping open her photo gallery. She shoved the screen in my face.
Look closely. These are the transfer receipts from my fianc to you! Over a million dollars! What do you have to say for yourself now?
And this is the chat log where he told me your mother died a long time ago! How are you going to lie your way out of this one?
He might be soft-hearted enough to fall for your act, but Im not! Today, Im going to teach you the lesson your long-dead mother never could!
I stared at the screenshots, my frown deepening. I couldnt believe it. Neils affair had literally shocked my mother to death, and now he was turning his mistress on me to slander my name.
So thats why hed refused to come today. Too busy at work. An important project came up.
All lies.
He was waiting for his mistress to show up and reclaim the money for him, keeping his own hands clean. He got to play the good guy while I took all the blame. He hadnt even told her hed been married.
When we divorced, I was so hurt by his betrayal that I didnt ask for a single cent in compensation out of respect for the years wed shared. And now, he was trying to claw back the money that was rightfully mine.
It wasn't about the money. It was my reputation they were destroying.
Seeing my stunned silence, Amber gloated. What, nothing to say? We were supposed to get married next month, and you ruined everything! Youre not leaving here today until you give back the money!
She held the phone up to her live stream, showing off the screenshots. See, everyone? Am I lying? Count the zeroes! And look at the date he said her mother died! Her ashes are probably moldy by now, and shes holding a funeral to scam my fianc!
Her voice grew more shrill with every word. My face hardened. I couldnt let her continue this circus.
But before I could speak, she lunged forward and slapped me hard across the face. Give back the money, now! Or Ill tear that seductive old face of yours to shreds!

2
This was the citys most prestigious hotel, and a crowd of onlookers had gathered, drawn by the commotion. Fed only Ambers side of the story, they started pointing and shouting.
So thats why the hotel couldnt be booked out today! Theres a whole drama unfolding!
You can hold a funeral retroactively? First Ive heard of it. These homewreckers have no shame when it comes to money!
Shes so young, couldnt she find an honest job? If her mother knew she was destroying families, shed roll over in her grave!
Amber lifted her chin, her face smug. She walked over to a table, picked up a glass of wine, and downed it in one gulp. The guests at that table immediately scrambled away. The whispers turned to malicious speculation, assuming I was a mistress caught by my husband, that I deserved everything I was getting.
My voice was ice. I suggest you stop before you go too far. If you want to know who the real mistress is, why dont you just call Neil and ask?
At his name, a flash of fury lit her eyes. She grabbed another glass and hurled it at me. The wine soaked my custom-made dress, worth thousands. If I hadnt dodged, the glass would have shattered against my head.
I took a deep breath, fighting for control.
She turned back to her livestream. See, everyone? The nerve on these homewreckers is something else! The evidence is right in front of her, and she still wont admit it! What do you expect from a divorced old hag? Shes got the constitution of a cockroach!
She spun back to me. Im calling hotel management! I want a refund! Give me back my fiancs money, or youll be paying it back from a prison cell!
He felt sorry for you because your mother died young, and you used that to manipulate him, didnt you? Well, Im not falling for your sob story!
My face was flushed with rage. A refund? You have no right to say anything about my mothers funeral! Get out, now, or Im calling the police!
If it wasnt for his affair, my mother would still be alive! Paying for a dignified funeral was the very least he owed me.
Ambers eyes widened theatrically for her audience. Did you hear that? The mistress is going to call the cops! Oh, Im so scared! Lets see who gets taken away when they find out this whole funeral is a sham!
She shot a look at the bodyguards behind her. So, youre not giving back the money? Fine. Then everything my fianc paid for, Im taking back. Smash it all!
In an instant, a dozen burly men tore through the hall. The guests screamed and scattered. I could only watch in horror as they overturned table after table, my heart splintering with each crash.
Amber filmed my breakdown, her laughter growing more manic.
My mothers portrait was displayed at the front of the room. As a few of the men got close, I cried out, Stop! Thats enough! You want money? Ill give it to you! Ill give you the million! Consider it a donation to a pack of rabid dogs!
The men ignored me. The scene was chaos. Two hotel employees rushed to protect the portrait and the urn, clutching them tight, their faces pale with terror.
Amber just laughed. Oh, youre ready to admit youre wrong now? Didnt think about the consequences when you were sleeping with my man, did you? And youll give me the money? Its his money to begin with! You have no shame!
Its too late for apologies! Smash everything! Dont leave a single chopstick!
My vision turned red. I lunged for her, for the phone, but a bodyguard intercepted me, pinning my arms and lifting me off the ground.
She covered her mouth, feigning shock for the camera. Everyone, did you see that? The homewrecker tried to attack me! Is there no justice in this world?
What should I do? She wont return the money, and now shes trying to assault me! Im so scared!
She said she was scared, but she walked right up to me. She bent down, picked up an intact plate from the floor, and swung it at my face with all her might.
The porcelain shattered on impact, slicing my cheek open. Blood began to well up.

3
She aimed the camera back at my face. Hows that? Satisfying enough? This is what homewreckers deserve!
Everyone, hit that like button, share this stream! Let every immoral woman out there see this! You destroy someones relationship, you end up destroyed!
The hall was a wasteland. Every emergency exit was crammed with terrified guests. The two employees clutching my mothers urn and portrait stood frozen in the middle of the devastation.
Amber spotted them. Get the stuff theyre holding, too! Its all fake anyway, whats the point?
A raw, primal scream tore from my throat. NO! Dont you dare! Dont touch that!
I threw all my strength into breaking free from the bodyguards hold and sprinted across the room. I swear I had never run so fast in my life.
But it wasnt fast enough. The bodyguards tackled the employees, who dropped to the ground, covering their heads. The urn and the portrait tumbled from their arms. In the face of violence, they chose their own safety.
My mother had died from the shock of Neils affair, and now his mistress was here to desecrate her memory.
Just as a bodyguards foot came down on the urn, I dove, shielding it with my own body. A split second later, a heavy boot slammed into my back. A wave of agony washed over me, so intense I thought my organs had ruptured. Tears stung my eyes, and the metallic taste of blood filled my throat.
The bodyguard, who had been smashing objects but hadnt hurt anyone yet, looked shocked at what hed done.
Amber strolled over, camera held high.
I swallowed back the bile rising in my throat. Stop this right now, or I swear you will regret it, I bit out. Do you have any idea what youre doing? Are you insane? Hes just a man!
She shoved the phone in my face. Look at her, everyone, still threatening me! Are all homewreckers this arrogant?
You didnt seem to think he was just a man when you were taking his money! Oh, Im so terrified! Should I get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness?
She paused, then bent down, her lips curling in a sneer. Youre protecting that jar of flour like your life depends on it because youre afraid of being exposed, arent you? What a performance. You should have been an actress.
She straightened up and slapped the stunned bodyguard on the back. What are you waiting for? Smash what shes holding! Its just flour!
Is this how you tricked my fianc? He might be a fool, but Im not!
The bodyguard, recovering his senses, stepped toward me. I clutched the urn to my chest, my grip like iron. He couldnt pry it from my arms and looked to Amber for instruction.
If one of you cant do it, then two of you get on it! My fianc will cover any trouble! Whoever smashes that thing in her arms gets twenty thousand dollars!
At the mention of money, the other bodyguards eyes lit up with greed.
Someone, please, call the police! I screamed, scrambling across the floor. Ill give you a hundred thousand!
A swarm of them descended on me. I rolled and kicked, a desperate, cornered animal. Get off me! Get away! Dont you touch my mother!

4
Finally, the hotel security guards heard the commotion and came running.
Amber was out of patience. A whole group of you cant handle one woman? Are you useless? You want to get paid or not?!
She spun around and screamed at the guards. Stay back! Or Ill call the police! Get away from me, or Ill have my fianc buy this hotel and fire every single one of you!
After her threat, I felt the bodyguards efforts intensify. The room was a minefield of broken furniture. There was nowhere to run. Someone grabbed my leg and dragged me across the floor, right in front of Amber.
Her face was flushed, her makeup streaked. She shoved the camera at me and yelled at the men, What are you doing, dragging her to me? Do you want me to do it myself?!
The security guards were closing in. She was panicked. She grabbed a large shard of a broken vase from the floor and brought it down on my back.
The sharp edge tore through my dress and stabbed into my skin. Blood began to pool beneath me.
I clenched my jaw, refusing to scream. My eyes burned with a furious, crimson hate.
Neil. Amber. I will see you both in hell for this.
The wine from earlier stung the open wound, an agony of salt and fire.
Amber was still shouting. Hurry up, smash the urn! Step on her shoulders! Pry her hands open!
As I struggled, more blood flowed from the wound. In the distance, one of the security guards was on the phone, calling the police.
When Amber heard him, she lost what little sanity she had left. She sat down hard on my back, right on top of the wound.
A scream of pure agony was ripped from my throat.
With me pinned, the bodyguards finally wrenched the urn from my grasp. One of them lifted it high above his head and, with all his might, smashed it on the floor.
As it shattered, all the fight went out of me. My world dissolved into a cloud of blinding, gray dust. Across the room, another bodyguard stomped on my mothers portrait, cracking the glass and the frame. The men were a frenzied mob, fighting for their prize.
Amber finally seemed to relax. She turned back to her livestream.
See that? Thats what happens to homewreckers, she panted. And Im not just going to beat her. Im going to make her pay back every single cent my fianc spent on her.
Let this be a warning to anyone who even thinks about looking at my man. Your end will be worse than hers.
Just then, the wail of sirens filled the air. Police officers stormed into the hall.
Amber spoke first. Officer, this woman scammed my fianc out of over a million dollars! Arrest her immediately!
I gritted my teeth against the pain and screamed, my voice raw. My ex-husbands affair drove my mother to her death. Today, his mistress destroyed her funeral. I want them both to rot in jail!
I funded his company! I want them to pay back ten times the cost of every single thing they destroyed here today!

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