Chapter 4When His Mom Mistook Me for a Homewrecker, All Bets Were Off

Brenda pulled a pair of scissors from her bag, her lips curling into a slow, chilling smile as she stared at me. "Since you're so shameless," she purred, "I'll just shred your clothes off and throw you out onto the street, stark naked."

Horror seized me. I never imagined she could be so vicious. As her scissors lunged towards me, a sudden realization hit: I knew where I'd seen her before. My boyfriend had once shown me a picture of his mom. The woman in front of me was identical to the one in the photo.

A surge of desperate hope filled me. "Auntie," I blurted, "I'm Riley! Your son's girlfriend!"

She burst into maniacal laughter, as if I'd told the funniest joke. "You filthy tramp! Seducing my husband wasn't enough, now you're after my son too? You shameless hussy!" Her face twisted into a grotesque smile, and she started cutting at my top with the scissors.

I writhed in pain, still trying to explain: "Your son's name is Ethan! Call him if you don't believe me!"

She hesitated for a moment, then her eyes glazed over with renewed madness. "My son would never like trash like you! He's had a girlfriend for ages! Chloe grew up with him! And you still want to break up my son's relationship? I'm going to teach you a lesson today!"

I froze. Ethan and I had been together for three years. How could he have betrayed me? She frantically snipped away at my clothes. My top was in shreds, exposing large patches of skin. I frantically crossed my arms over my chest.

In Brittany's livestream, people were cheering and clapping.

"Queen's so fierce!"

"Mistresses deserve a lesson! Serves her right!"

"Exactly! And she even tried to seduce the son!"

I looked at the cluster of former classmates standing in the corner. Their faces were a mask of morbid curiosity, enjoying the show. My heart felt heavy with dread, but I still begged them to call the police. Not one of them moved.

I pleaded again with the woman looming over me: "Auntie, I really am Ethan's girlfriend. Just call him, please! You'll see! Ethan told me about you..."

She hesitated, then finally dialed Ethan's number. It rang twice, then someone picked up.

"Mom, what's up?"

Ethan's voice echoed through the phone. I wanted to scream, to call out to him, to beg him to save me. But as I opened my mouth, a hand clamped over it.

"Son, tell me, are you dating anyone?"

"Mom, you know that already, don't you? Chloe and I have been together for five years."

At his words, she shot me a smug, triumphant look.