A Mother’s Ruin

My son, Jim, was playful. He accidentally started a fire at home. I tied him in a sheet and lowered him from the balcony, then jumped from the third floor myself, breaking a leg. Jim vowed at my bedside never to let me be hurt again. When my drunk husband, Arthur, called me a cripple, Jim smashed a bottle over his head. Arthur fled, dropping divorce papers.

At Jims coming-of-age party, three drunk men harassed me. Jim stabbed them with a dinner knife, killing one. He got three years in prison. After his release, I moved abroad, leaving him the company, to keep him from hurting others for my sake.

Before Jims wedding, he flew me back. His fiance mistook me for his mistress. On the wedding day, she and her friends cornered me in a jewelry store, shaved my head, broke my other leg, and stitched my mouth shut. They stuffed me in a sack and sent me to the wedding.

Honey, this wretch bullied me and insulted your mother! Jim, enraged, smashed a chair over my head. As I lay dying, his fiance opened the sack to show my face.

Haha, darling, actually, the wretch you just hit is the vixen who was seducing you. A surprise from me, do you like it?

To keep Jim from getting into trouble again because of me, I had stayed abroad for a full five years. During those years, I suppressed my longing and avoided meeting him. But marriage is a lifelong event, and I didnt want to miss my sons most important moment. So, I agreed to return home.

Reunited after so long, Jim was overjoyed. During dinner, he even took a photo with me and posted it on social media. The caption read: Long time no see, the most important person in my life. Throughout the meal, he talked non-stop, describing how he had grown the company over the years and become the wealthiest man in the city. He also told me he had found the perfect fiance for me, someone he was sure I would adore. Seeing my son so mature and successful, I was immensely gratified. I was also filled with anticipation for the fiance he spoke so highly of. I planned to pick out a thoughtful gift for her to mark our meeting.

On the wedding day, I arrived at the jewelry store early. I had just purchased a necklace worth three hundred thousand dollars when a commotion suddenly erupted outside.

This is outrageous! Im getting married today, and that hussy dares to try and seduce my fianc at a time like this? Is she trying to ruin my wedding?!

Everyone knows Mr. Malone is madly in love with you! That little harlot stepping in at such an important moment is clearly a deliberate provocation!

Exactly! I think shes coveting your position as the CEOs wife. We absolutely have to make an example of her this time, so all those hussies out there know that the CEOs wifes authority is not to be trifled with!

Soon, onlookers gathered outside. I was a little perplexed and asked the sales assistant what was happening. The assistant said, I heard that Mr. Malone has a mistress, and that mistress is openly provoking his fiance on the day of his wedding. Now, the fiance, Miss Rosalie Hayes, is leading a group of bridesmaids to confront the mistress!

Hearing this, I frowned slightly. I had seen photos of Rosalie Hayes; she certainly looked very sweet. Jim had also gushed about her virtues all last night. I had unconsciously grown quite fond of this future daughter-in-law.

So, I immediately called Jim: Jim, today is your wedding day. How could you be out finding a mistress? Is this fair to Rosalie?

Jim was utterly surprised: Mistress? What mistress?

Dont play innocent with me! Rosalie is already going to confront her! Im telling you, our family does not tolerate home-wrecking mistresses. And Rosalie is a good girl. If you dare do anything to betray her, I will disown you as my son.

Hanging up the phone, I saw Rosalie, accompanied by her bridesmaids, walking towards me. I was about to hand her the necklace and try to calm her down. But Rosalie immediately slapped me hard across the face.

You crippled hag, how dare you try to seduce my fianc?

Did you think I wouldnt find you hiding here? Today, Ill show you, you wretch, the authority of the CEOs wife!

The sudden slap was forceful and brutal, leaving me dizzy and disoriented. All the onlookers turned their gaze to me.

So, this is the mistress whos seducing Mr. Malone. She looks decent, but who knew she was so shameless.

Some people look proper on the surface, but God knows what kind of wild behavior they get up to behind closed doors.

Exactly! And spending money in a jewelry store, too. Shes clearly an experienced gold digger.

I ignored the onlookers comments, only explaining earnestly to Rosalie: Your name is Rosalie Hayes, right? Youve got it wrong; Im not the mistress youre looking for.

Rosalie scoffed, then pulled out her phone and showed me a photo.

Still trying to deny it? My fianc never likes taking photos. If you werent his mistress, why would he take a photo with you?

What, you have the nerve to be a mistress, but not the face to admit it?

With that, Rosalie glanced at the necklace in my hand, snatched it, slammed it to the ground, and crushed it under her heel: You dare to use my fiancs money to buy jewelry? You despicable wretch, do you even deserve it?

It was then, seeing the screenshot of the photo of Jim and me together, that I understood. Rosalie had mistaken me, his own mother, for a mistress seducing her son?

I immediately started to explain: Im not a mistress, Im Jims

Slap!

Before I could finish, Rosalie slapped me again. Jim? You dare to call him so intimately right in front of me? And still claim youre not his mistress?

A crippled hag like you, do you really think you can compete with me for a man?

Several bridesmaids chimed in: I bet this cripples leg was broken by another wife when she was trying to seduce her husband.

Such a depraved woman probably gets beaten a lot.

Shes shameless anyway, so today well strip her clothes off and give her a good public shaming!

The bridesmaids were all indignant, eager to tear me apart. Rosalie was very pleased with their suggestion, directly kicking me to the ground. She said coldly, Strip her clean!

Several bridesmaids immediately surrounded me, forcibly tearing at my clothes. I struggled and shouted, Stop! I am Jim Malones mother!

Hearing my words, the bridesmaids tearing at my clothes paused. Rosalie narrowed her eyes, staring at me intently: You just said youre Jims mother?

I stated emphatically, Thats right!

I had thought that by revealing the truth, they would realize their mistake. But to my surprise, they burst into laughter, as if they had heard the funniest joke imaginable:

With your intelligence, no wonder you only earn money by selling your body. How can you even tell such a ridiculous lie?

Hes the CEO! Do you know how dignified the CEOs mother is? A low-class cripple like you dares to compare yourself to her?

You vixen look barely in your thirties. How could you have a grown son like Mr. Malone? Do you think were as stupid as you?

Amidst the laughter, Rosalie grabbed my hair and sneered, I thought you were smart and cunning, to make my fianc take a photo with you, which he never does. But I didnt expect you to be so utterly stupid. Dont you know my fianc cares most about his mother? You cheap little harlot, to avoid a beating, you actually claim to be my mother-in-law? You must really be tired of living!

With that, Rosalies eyes hardened, and she spoke to the bridesmaids: Shave this harlots head clean for me. Lets see how she tries to seduce men after this!

This group of people was clearly prepared. As soon as Rosalie finished speaking, several of them pulled out scissors from a black bag. Then they walked menacingly towards me.

I looked younger for my age, and my appearance had always been good. But my leg injury was stubborn; years of treatment had failed to completely cure it. This had become a source of pain for my son, and he most resented anyone calling me a cripple. He would never voluntarily mention it to anyone. Yet, unexpectedly, these very facts became their reasons for disbelieving my identity.

Seeing them about to cut my hair, I struggled and shouted again, I am truly Jim Malones mother! If you dont believe me, you can call him!

Hearing my words, they became even more unrestrained. Several of them surrounded me, haphazardly cutting my hair while slapping my face repeatedly: You cheap harlot, your mouth is really tough. Even after being exposed, you still dare to lie? Ill beat your mouth to a pulp!

Soon, my face swelled up, red and bruised. On my bald scalp, there were blood marks everywhere from the violent haircut. Seeing this, Rosalie laughed with satisfaction: Hahahaha, look, doesnt this harlot look like a turtle without its shell?

The bridesmaids also burst into laughter.

A middle-aged woman among the onlookers couldnt bear it any longer and stepped forward to offer kind advice: Girls, I think youve taught her enough of a lesson. Perhaps you should find a piece of clothing to cover her up. If her family saw her like this, how heartbroken would they be?

Hearing this, Rosalie snorted, glaring at the woman. My business, teaching a harlot a lesson, is none of yours. Youre so eager to defend a mistress, you must not be any good either. Are you also a mistress whos lived to this age, so you can empathize with her? My fianc is Jim Malone, the wealthiest man in this city. If you dare challenge me, do you believe I wont teach you a lesson too?

My son was not only the local CEO but also notoriously ruthless. His past deeds of going to prison were widely known, and everyone knew he was a tough character. As soon as the middle-aged woman heard that Rosalies backing was my son, she immediately shut her mouth and quietly retreated into the crowd.

Rosalies gaze returned to its icy coldness, and she looked down at me. You crippled hag, usually limping around, it must be quite tiring, right? Today, I, the CEOs wife, will do a good deed and relieve you. With that, she shouted to the bridesmaids: Bring the tools! I want this wretch to be able to crawl only from now on!

Hearing this, the bridesmaid carrying the black bag immediately pulled out a steel pipe and handed it to Rosalie. Rosalie took the steel pipe, her eyes fixed on me with vicious malevolence. Before I could react further, she raised the steel pipe and brought it down hard on my right leg.

CRACK!

The sound of bone breaking echoed. Intense pain quickly swept over me, making me break into a cold sweat and almost pass out.

A vile mistress like you deserves to crawl on the ground like a worm. A cripple, do you even deserve to compete with me for a man? Im telling you, this position of CEOs wife can only be mine! Rosalie looked down at me from above, speaking arrogantly.

Jim had always said Rosalie was gentle, considerate, kind, and generous. I believed him, and I was very pleased with Rosalie as a future daughter-in-law. But I never expected her to be such a brutal and cruel character.

I gasped weakly, gritting my teeth. You wont be the CEOs wife, Im afraid.

Hearing my words, Rosalies face instantly turned icy. You wretched woman, you dare to curse me? Since your dog mouth cant say anything I want to hear, then dont speak again.

With that, Rosalie directly took out a needle and thread from the black bag. Seeing this, a timid bridesmaid spoke with a hint of fear: Rosalie, wont this be going too far in public? Wont it be against the law? Rosalie, emboldened, said: Whats there to be afraid of? My fianc is the CEO. He always dotes on me. If anything happens, hell take care of it. It wouldnt even matter if I took this wretchs life!

With that, Rosalie, like a grim reaper, squatted in front of me. She had someone hold my mouth tightly. And then, she began to stitch my mouth shut, needle by needle. Each jab of the needle, each pull of the thread, caused me excruciating pain. Blood dripped in pools, flowing onto the ground. In just a few minutes, I felt like I was living for years. Unable to open my mouth, I could only utter desperate moans of pain. Rosalie finally stopped, satisfied, only when my lips were tightly sewn together.

Excellent. This wretch can finally shut her mouth. She stood up, smiling, and wiped the blood from her hands. Several bridesmaids chimed in, Rosalie truly lives up to being the CEOs wife. She has a complete method for dealing with wretches like this.

Without ruthless methods, your position isnt stable. Our Rosalie is born for fortune.

Thats right. Thats why God wants Rosalie to deal with this low-class mistress on her wedding day!

Under the relentless flattery of the bridesmaids, Rosalies lips curved upward. It was as if she could already see herself living a glorious life as a wealthy socialite. She raised her foot again and stomped hard on my face.

You wretch, didnt you keep saying I wouldnt be the CEOs wife? Then Ill take you to my wedding and let you witness firsthand how I grandly marry into a wealthy family!

Ill even make my fianc tear you apart himself, you mistress, and make you feel what true despair is!

Rosalie shoved me into a sack and dragged me all the way to the wedding venue. The sack rolled and rubbed against the ground, creating many small holes. Through these holes, I saw the huge green lawn transformed into a perfect wedding site. The place was packed with people, and many reporters were live-streaming. The CEOs wedding was drawing immense attention. In the very center of the venue, Jim stood by the main seat, gazing into the distance. That was the seat Jim had specially reserved for me. He was waiting for my arrival.

Seeing Rosalie enter the wedding venue with the bloodstained large sack, everyone in the crowd was stunned. Jim, even more confused, asked, Whats in there?

Rosalie looped her arm through Jims and complained tearfully, Honey, inside is a wicked wretch. She not only bullied me and cursed that I couldnt marry you, but she also insulted our mother and tainted her reputation!

Several bridesmaids also chimed in: Yes, weve never seen such an arrogant wretch. Her disdainful face was infuriating.

Luckily, Rosalie caught her immediately. Otherwise, Rosalie and Mrs. Malones reputations would have been completely destroyed by this wretch.

Mr. Malone, you must not let her off easily, or else anyone will dare to step on Rosalie and your mother and bully them.

After hearing their words, Jims face darkened to the extreme.

Dare to taint my moms reputation? Jim, filled with boundless fury, slowly walked towards me.

Seeing this, the guests at the scene whispered amongst themselves:

Mr. Malone is not only the wealthiest man in our city, but hes also notoriously ruthless. I once heard that someone bullied his mother, and he, with just a dinner knife, left one dead and two injured, and spent several years in prison for it.

Yes, everyone knows Mr. Malones sensitive spot is his mother. To provoke him like this, shes really asking for death.

Amidst the whispers of the crowd, Jim, like the grim reaper, walked up to me. Anyone who bullies my mom will not come to a good end.

Through the tiny holes in the sack, I saw Jims furious face. I wanted to tell him that Rosalie was lying. I hoped he would quickly recognize me. But my mouth was tightly stitched shut. I could only watch helplessly as Jim grabbed a thick chair from nearby and slammed it onto my head.

Accompanying a searing pain, my head slumped, and blood gushed out, staining the entire sack crimson. Seeing this, Rosalies lips curled into a slight smile, her eyes full of the triumphant joy of revenge.

The next moment, she smiled and untied the sack, revealing my dying face: Haha, darling, actually, the wretch you just hit is the vixen who was seducing you. A surprise from me, do you like it?