Chapter 1

After being falsely accused of being a homewrecker by a business partner's wife, I was stuck in my house while a group of self-proclaimed "Anti-Homewrecker Squad" tried to teach me a lesson. "You had the nerve to seduce someone's husband, but you don't have the nerve to admit it?" "Did you really think no one would come after you just because being a homewrecker isn't a crime?" They continued to hurl insults at me while they trashed my house. I calmly watch the group before picking up my phone to text my assistant, Lindy Carhart. It read, "Cancel the partnership!" I then yelled, "The jewelry and luxury goods are worth millions of dollars, the Hermès bags are worth tens of millions of dollars, and the Limoges porcelain vase is worth 20 million dollars. Go ahead and smash them, as long as you can afford to pay for them!" … I had just gotten off work and was entering the neighborhood when I saw a group of people live-streaming while holding banners. "We're the Anti-Homewrecker Squad, here to teach shameless homewreckers a lesson!" they yelled. At the same time, they were interacting with the live stream viewers, telling them that they were here looking for a shameless homewrecker, who was staying in the neighborhood. They even boasted that they would expose the homewrecker's face to the public later. Speechless, I shook my head watching the overly dramatic streamers. It was clear they were just doing it for attention. People would do anything for live stream views nowadays. However, their dramatic play was clearly working—they had managed to catch people's attention. There was already a crowd of onlookers surrounding them. "Why are they here? Could it be that the mistress is one of the residents here?" "Oh, let me tell you—there's one too many homewreckers in our neighborhood. We definitely need them around the area!" "Who exactly is it? Let us know, and we'll head over to help out later!" A few of them were making noises, and the leaders of the group kept them in suspense by saying, "It's a resident from Block 3 of your neighborhood. You'll find out soon enough!" I was shocked to find that the alleged homewrecker was in the same block as me. A woman was crying pitifully beside the leaders. I was surprised when I saw her face. The woman was Nancy Simpson—the wife of my business partner. We met once before when we were in talks of a potential partnership. I was surprised to find that the entire fiasco had happened to someone I knew. Nancy cried as she complained about the homewrecker, "That shameless seductress not only seduced my husband, but she even came over to threaten me, demanding a divorce. Please help me out!" The crowd of onlookers immediately burst into commotion as soon as she said that. They reassured her and promised to teach the homewrecker a lesson. I did not know what was going on in the live stream, but I assumed it would be as wild as what was happening here. … After returning home, I took a shower. Just as I was about to get my phone to check the residents group chat for news, someone came knocking on my door. As soon as I opened the door, it was kicked wide open. A bunch of people then stormed in. "Look here—this is the shameless other woman!" "She's so young, yet she's out seducing someone else's husband and wrecking their family!" The group of people surrounded me, shoving their phones into my face as they live-streamed. Even the onlookers were pointing fingers at me and calling me names. It took me some time to realize what was happening. Someone must have made a mistake somewhere. Before I could even explain myself, a slap hit me square on the face. "You had the nerve to seduce someone's husband, but you don't have the nerve to admit it? I can't stand seeing someone as shameless as you!" "Did you really think no one would come after you just because being a homewrecker isn't a crime?"