Bloody Wedding

The hotel lobby exploded with noise as a group of women, banners held high proclaiming Anti-Affair League, stormed in, shattering the crisp morning quiet.

The front desk attendant, a look of weary resignation on her face, explained they were a trending online group, famous for targeting homewreckers.

I was just thinking how awful mistresses could be when the young woman leading the charge fixed her gaze on me and marched straight over.

"You slut, you seduced someone's husband!" She raised her hand and slapped me hard across the face. On her phone screen, unmistakably, was a photo of my brother and me from yesterday.

It was only in the chaos that I recognized the shrew in front of me: Leah Fabian, my brother Liams fiance, whom hed mentioned countless times.

Memories flooded back, twenty years in an instant. After our parents died in a car crash, I raised Liam alone. He suffered from XYY syndrome, making him prone to violent outbursts. My body was a tapestry of scars; the worst time, he bit off my pinky finger and poured boiling water on my face.

That disfigurement was his turning point. He miraculously began to calm, his symptoms lessening. As an adult, he found success as an entrepreneur and insisted on sending me abroad for reconstructive surgery.

The operation was a triumph, but here I was, the day after returning home, caught in this ugly spectacle. Looking at Leahs distorted face, I suddenly understood why Liam always called her "understanding."

Turns out, in her eyes, I, his own sister, had become the home-wrecker.

Fresh off the plane, this scene was a bizarre novelty.

I asked the front desk what was happening.

The Anti-Affair League, the attendant explained, theyre an organization, all social media influencers.

Their slogan is all about fighting for womens justice, taking down every single mistress.

Theyve gone viral recently, their follower count is skyrocketing.

And now, looks like some poor woman who rented a room for a secret rendezvous is about to get it.

Once they target you, youll be lucky to escape with your skin intact.

I nodded, acknowledging that mistresses were indeed despicable, destroying families and deserving no sympathy.

What I didnt expect was for this mob to head straight for me as they entered the hotel lobby.

Leading them was a young woman, lightly made-up, radiating an aggressive aura.

I paused, wondering if the front desk attendant behind me was somehow involved.

Just as I was puzzling it out, the young woman pointed a finger at my nose and spat, "You filthy whore, you have no shame, you dare touch someone else's happiness, utterly shameless!"

"Did a dog eat your conscience?"

"There are so many men in the world, why do you have to steal mine?"

I was completely bewildered.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"When did I ever try to steal your man?"

Disfigured for years, I'd grown used to a reclusive life, rarely showing my face.

Not only had I never had a boyfriend, I'd barely even seen men, and I was still single.

How could I possibly be stealing her man?

The young womans face hardened.

"You seductive fox, still trying to deny it?"

"Look at this!"

She flashed her phone, displaying a photo.

I squinted. It showed a man and a woman, leaning close, together.

It was the photo Liam and I had taken yesterday when I landed.

Both our faces were alight with happy smiles.

But to some, it was clearly a jarring sight.

"Why do you have that photo?" I blurted out instinctively.

Smack!

A stinging slap landed heavily on my face.

I saw stars, half my face going numb.

"You shameless tramp, you dare ask me where I got the photo?"

"Liam Murray is the love of my life. We're getting married the day after tomorrow, and no one is taking him from me!"

"Don't think just because you're pretty, you can steal his heart."

At those words, it all clicked into place.

This young woman was Leah Fabian, Liam's fiance!

While I was still abroad, Liam had mentioned her a few times.

Each time, he praised Leah as an understanding, gentle, and virtuous girl.

Their ages and temperaments were well-suited.

And the Fabian family was wealthy, a perfect match in terms of social standing.

Hed asked for my opinion.

Id just laughed and said, "Any woman my brother fancies must be wonderful."

I never in my wildest dreams imagined my first meeting with my future sister-in-law would be like this.

...

"You've got it all wrong, I'm not..." I hastily tried to explain.

Smack!

Another slap, silencing my words.

My lip was bleeding.

Leahs face was ashen, dark with fury.

"You pathetic slut, I wouldn't be mistaken."

"I found this photo on his phone."

"I even had someone check it C absolutely no Photoshop!"

"Tell me, did you come to this hotel today to meet my husband again?"

"In broad daylight, do you even know the meaning of shame?"

The women behind Leah, phones raised, clicked away, afraid to miss a single dramatic moment.

One influencer, in a spaghetti-strap dress, sneered, "Leah, her skirt is so short, practically exposing her underwear. Shes clearly a tramp who often seduces men, probably even selling herself."

Another chimed in, "Exactly. Probably trying to go legit now, so she latched onto Mr. Murray."

"You used-up trash, ridden by thousands, slept with by millions! How dare you try to steal Leah's man? You've got a death wish!"

"Leah, don't go easy on her. My livestream fans are 100% behind you."

"People like her deserve to be scorned, thrown into a dumpster with rats. To be human, she's not worthy!"

Fueled by their instigation, Leahs rage intensified. She stepped forward, grabbed my hair, and hocked!

Pah!

A thick glob of spit landed squarely on my face.

"Trying to dodge? Make her swallow it!"

Two influencers stepped forward, grabbed me, forced my mouth open, and made sure the phlegm slid down.

I gagged and vomited uncontrollably. Seeing this, the others burst into laughter, even more excited.

"Family, thank you for your generous gifts!"

"Rest assured, when the Anti-Affair League marches out, we leave no stone unturned!"

"This pathetic little home-wrecker today will definitely get what's coming to her."

"If you have any opinions or thoughts, feel free to share them in the public chat."

"Together, let's help the victim get some serious revenge!"

Just as I was retching violently, the front desk finally had enough and called security.

However, the Anti-Affair League outnumbered them, and the few security guards couldn't even get close.

Many cameras were pointed at them, and an influencer sneered, "Look, family, the mistress's helpers have arrived!"

"She must rent rooms here often, already a VIP, I guess."

"I can't even imagine how many men she's seduced in this hotel."

The security guards backed down, retreating to the side, dare not to anger, dare not to speak.

Leah snatched my purse, unzipped it, and dumped its contents onto the floor.

A jade bracelet hit the ground with a sickening thud, shattering into several pieces.

Seeing this, I trembled with fury.

The jade bracelet was originally a pair, passed down from my grandmother.

Before my mother's car accident, she had given one to me and one to Liam.

It was her last memento to us, her final memory.

So I cherished it as a precious treasure, never taking it off.

Leah picked up the broken pieces, her eyes growing colder.

She had seen a similar bracelet on Liam before and assumed it was the same one.

"You pathetic slut, I didn't realize you had such a knack for it, managing to make my husband give you his cherished jade bracelet, a treasure for so many years?"

The influencer in the spaghetti-strap dress said, "Leah, she must have stolen it!"

"How could Mr. Murray have real feelings for such trash? At most, he was just playing around."

"Men are all like that, aren't they?"

Hearing this, Leah grew even angrier.

"You seductive fox, not only do you seduce men, but you're also a thief!"

"Today, I'm going to deliver some divine justice and teach you a proper lesson."

The crowd cheered her on.

"Yes, we absolutely can't let her off the hook."

"This bracelet is jadeite, with good luster and color, it must be very valuable."

"Its value is one thing, but more importantly, it belongs to Leahs husband."

"What a shame, it's shattered."

"It's still her fault. If she hadn't stolen it from Mr. Murray, would it have broken?"

"This kind of malicious and greedy woman, I don't even know what words to use to describe her."

"Leah, just say the word. Whatever you want to do, we'll do it."

Leahs rage was almost overflowing. She said coldly, "Strip her clothes off! I want to see what makes a woman who can seduce my husband so special!"

At her words, the influencers eyes turned red like hungry wolves.

Rip!

With a sharp sound, my collar was torn open, exposing a large expanse of pale skin.

I desperately clutched my chest, ignoring the nausea and sour taste in my mouth, and screamed with all my might, "Stop!"

"I'm not a mistress!"

"I'm Liam Murray's sister!"

Everyone froze, their actions stopping in unison.

Then came Leah's cold laugh.

"You say you're my husband's sister?"

"Yes, I am Amelia Murray, Liam's own sister!"

"If you don't believe me, I'll call him right now!"

I thought things might take a turn, but instead, I was met with a fierce kick from Leah.

My vision went black as I was violently thrown to the ground, the excruciating pain almost making me pass out on the spot.

My phone flew from my hand, only to be crushed under an influencer's foot.

"Liam's sister was disfigured more than ten years ago, he told me himself."

"Look at that alluring, peachy face of yours, fair and tender. Where are the scars of disfigurement?"

"You seductive fox, you don't even bother to come up with a decent lie. Do you really think such a cheap trick would fool me?"

I couldn't speak, even breathing caused excruciating pain in my abdomen.

Leah's kick had been brutal.

The influencers were all indignant.

"Even at a time like this, she's still trying to deceive Leah with lies."

"Hmph, she must think Leah is a three-year-old."

"Since our league was founded, we've never encountered such a difficult mistress."

"Lies flow from her lips. Her heart is truly venomous!"

One influencer, more cautious, tentatively asked, "Leah, maybe we should call Mr. Murray and confirm with him?"

Leahs face hardened. "Confirm what? My husband is busy; he doesn't have time for such trivial matters!"

"This seductive fox deserves to die. Beat her mercilessly!"

"I'll take responsibility for whatever happens!"

They swarmed me, assaulting me.

Someone pulled my hair, someone slapped me, someone scratched my face, and someone tore at my dress.

My anguished screams echoed through the hotel lobby. A few security guards turned away, unable to bear watching.

Many guests stopped to watch. Some initially wanted to intervene, but upon seeing the Anti-Affair League banner, they immediately abandoned the idea, opting to stand by and gawk at the drama.

Soon, I was covered in bruises and wounds. Most of my hair had been ripped out, revealing large patches of bleeding scalp.

If not for the fear of killing me, these seemingly glamorous influencers would never have stopped.

Yet Leah was still not satisfied. She placed the broken pieces of the jade bracelet into my hand.

"You seductive fox, you want the jade bracelet, don't you?"

"Fine, I'll grant your wish!"

Leahs face twisted into a cruel grin. She stomped on my hand, grinding her foot with force.

The sharp fragments dug deep into my flesh.

My cries were hoarse and faint, barely audible.

Finally, I blacked out.

But Leah didn't stop, still pressing down with gritted teeth.

My hand became a bloody mess, even bone fragments were visible.

A young girl, unable to bear it any longer, shouted for them to stop.

Otherwise, she would call the police.

These words were like kicking a hornet's nest. How could the influencers of the Anti-Affair League be pushovers?

They aggressively surrounded the girl, launching into a barrage of verbal attacks.

"Listen closely, we're beating a mistress!"

"She destroyed someone else's family; she deserves no sympathy."

"You're so eager to help her, are you experiencing it yourself? Are you also a mistress?"

The girl was frightened by the aggression, stammering, "I... I'm not..."

"Then my punishing a mistress is none of your damn business, is it?" Leah spat. "Dare to meddle again, and I'll beat you too, believe it or not?"

The girl dared not speak. Seeing this, no one else among the onlookers intervened to stop the violence.

After venting her fury, Leah had me carried into a car and taken to her private villa.

I was locked in the basement, my companions being rats and cockroaches.

For a full day and night, Leah tortured me relentlessly.

She used pliers to pull out my fingernails, knocked out all my teeth.

She burned my face with cigarette butts, then poured salt on my open wounds.

She even forced my head into a slop bucket, almost drowning me.

Finally, unable to endure the torment any longer, I went into shock.

I don't know how much time passed, but I awoke to find myself on an operating table, my hands and feet bound by leather straps.

I struggled and cried out, but the straps were too sturdy to break free.

A few minutes later, the door opened.

Leah entered with two doctors in white coats. Seeing the gleaming surgical instruments in their hands, a chill ran down my spine.

"What... what are you going to do?"

Leah grinned cruelly. "Nothing much, just want to give you, this slut, a lesson you'll never forget."

"This is what happens when you try to steal my man."

"No, please..."

A shot of tranquilizer silenced me.

I could only watch, eyes wide, as the doctor put on gloves and moved the scalpel to my abdomen, making a gentle incision...