Accusations from a Mistress

I sacrificed three years of my life in prison for my wife, giving up everything for her.

But when I finally stepped out of those prison gates, I never expected to be labeled as a homewrecker by her new lover. He accused me of being a kept man, and even brought a gang to my home, violently smashing everything in sight.

When I learned the truth, rage consumed me!

Three years ago, my wife Sophie was involved in a car accident that injured someone. To spare her from the harsh reality of prison, I took the blame and served three years behind bars.

As I stepped out of prison, I felt older and more worn than before.

Sophie was there to greet me, and she hadn't aged a day; if anything, she looked even more radiant.

Watching her manage the company with such poise and still shower me with affection made every moment in prison worthwhile.

Just as we began to enjoy our time together, I stumbled upon a live stream featuring a young, handsome man consulting a lawyer.

He was distraught, sharing that he had been living with his girlfriend for three years when suddenly a former convict entered their lives.

The man explained how this excon was threatening his girlfriend and even bringing a gang to intimidate her into doing things against her will.

"I'm not afraid of him," he insisted, "but I'm terrified of what he might do to her. He just got out of prison—who knows how far he'll go?"

"Lawyer, what should I do?"

The live stream chat erupted with passionate comments.

"Unbelievable! How can there be such terrible people in the world?"

"Exconvicts are all bad news."

"Just out of prison and already ruining someone's life. No one who goes to jail is innocent!"

"Scum like that should be punished!"

"Hey dude, don't waste your time with a lawyer—go find a 'bad guy buster' group. They know how to deal with losers like him!"

The comments kept pouring in, each more fervent than the last.

Meanwhile, the lawyer in the stream remained calm. "Your situation isn't too complicated, but the most important thing is do you have any evidence to prove that your girlfriend is being coerced and not acting willingly?"

The young man hesitated, his eyes flickering as he replied, "If I had direct evidence, why would I need you?"

He continued, "That scumbag is spending my girlfriend's money and living in a fancier villa than I am! I want him to pay for this!"

"Help me out here, lawyer!" he pleaded.

"I want that jerk back in prison for ten years—no, a hundred! He should never get out again!"

As the young man grew more agitated and even began to ramble, the lawyer frowned. "If what you're saying is true, then you should have some evidence. Just find your girlfriend and have her report it directly; that will solve everything. Is she being forced or is she choosing to be with him?"

The young man, clearly frustrated by the question, snapped back, "You're just a useless lawyer! If you don't want to help, then forget it!"

With that, he cursed and left the live stream.

The lawyer was left baffled but quickly brushed it off.

After all, he had encountered all sorts of people in his career.

I recognized the young man from the live stream and decided to call the HR department for more information.

His name was Ethan, Sophie's assistant at the company.

Given his heartfelt plea for help during the broadcast, I felt a sense of sympathy for him as a fellow man.

I called Sophie and said, "Honey, about that assistant of yours named Ethan..."

Before I could finish, Sophie interjected, "I've already fired him!"

"What?"

I was taken aback but didn't dwell on it. "Ethan seems to be in some trouble; he looked pretty pitiful."

"If it's not something too serious, we could just transfer him to another position instead of firing him," I suggested.

"He's been your assistant for quite a while. If he's facing difficulties, maybe you could lend him a hand."

After hanging up, I didn't think much more about it as I continued to work remotely from home.

Later that afternoon, I remembered the live stream and felt a surge of curiosity.

I clicked into the "Bad Guy Busters" live stream.

"Hey everyone! We're currently at the apartment complex where that scumbag excon lives!" one of the hosts announced.

"Please hit that little red star! If we reach 100,000 likes, the Bad Guy Busters will storm in and take action against this jerk!"

I was surprised to see that they were broadcasting from my own neighborhood.

This area had luxury villas worth millions; why would someone so wealthy resort to stealing someone else's girlfriend?

Curious about who this despicable person might be, I tapped the red star to show my support.

The Bad Guy Busters featured several attractive female hosts and two strong bodyguards. Their viewer count quickly soared past five million and was climbing toward ten million.

With such an audience, the hosts became even more animated. "Our mission is to deal with all scumbags!" one exclaimed.

"Usually, we focus on helping women, but today we have a special guest—a guy named Ethan. Regardless of gender, we're here to seek justice!"

Just as I was getting absorbed in the live stream, there was a loud knock at my door.

I opened it to find a group of people rushing in with various streaming equipment.

"Look everyone! This is the scumbag excon!" one shouted.

"How can an excon afford such a nice villa? He must be the one harassing Ethan's girlfriend!" another added.

"Exactly! He must have used threats—this is unacceptable! We're here to deliver justice today!"

Cameras pointed at me from all angles as insults flew around me.

I took a closer look at this group—they were indeed the Bad Guy Busters from the live stream.

What on earth were they doing here?

I was just here to watch the drama unfold, but now it's all happening to me!

I was stunned for a few seconds, then turned to the group and explained, "Everyone, I was watching your live stream too. I think you've got the wrong person!"

"We're looking for you!"

Before I could ask what they meant, a loud voice cut through the chaos.

It was Ethan from the live stream.

He stormed up to me, fury etched on his face, and slapped me hard. "You damn excon! Living off my girlfriend's money while enjoying this nice villa—you have no shame!"

I was taken aback by Ethan's sudden aggression.

Just that morning, I had thought about helping him.

Now, he was accusing me?

I had just gotten out of prison; how could I possibly be stealing his girlfriend?

The group of streamers rallied behind Ethan, shouting, "Look at this scumbag trying to deny it in front of the victim!"

"This kind of trash deserves to go to hell!"

"We must punish this scoundrel today!"

"Ugh! What a pathetic excuse for a man!"

The hosts were putting on a show for views, and some even spat in my direction.

I ignored their antics and focused on Ethan. "Ethan, please calm down. You're really mistaking me for someone else!"

"Shut up! You're just trying to cover up your shameful actions!" Ethan yelled back.

Seeing that he was losing control, I narrowed my eyes. "You really have the wrong person. Yes, I just got out of prison, but I'm not who you think I am!"

"Still trying to play innocent?" Ethan pulled out his phone and showed me something that made my heart sink.

It was a chat log between Sophie and me.

She had saved my contact as "Prison Guy."

Our messages were filled with playful banter about our relationship during my time in jail—Sophie teasing me about how much she missed me and how her love for me never wavered.

I had thought it was all in good fun—just a couple sharing intimate jokes—but seeing it now made my stomach churn.

How could this evidence end up in Ethan's hands?

Taking a deep breath, I realized that Ethan's girlfriend was Sophie.

He had pieced everything together from those messages and assumed I was the villain ruining their relationship.

How ridiculous!

I had sacrificed three years of my life for Sophie, believing we were deeply in love.

And now, it seemed her sweet words were nothing but lies!

The moment I went to prison, she had moved on with Ethan.

Now that I was free, I had become the villain in their story—the one everyone wanted to vilify.

The betrayal I received in return for my sacrifices was infuriating; it made my blood boil instantly.

Fury bubbled inside me as I glared at Ethan. "You need to talk to Sophie and find out the truth before coming after me!"

"You finally admit it! You're nothing but a despicable excon!" Ethan shouted in rage as he kicked at me.

I wasn't going to stand there and take it; I grabbed his foot and shoved him down to the ground.

But before I could do anything else, the streamers erupted into chaos. "See? He's violent! Look how skilled he is at fighting—he must have done this before!"

"He's admitting it by his actions!"

"Excons are nothing but societal leeches—worse than any cheating scumbag!"

"Why are you still standing there? Someone subdues him!" they yelled as two hired musclemen rushed forward to pin me down.

"Let me go! I advise you to leave immediately and figure out the truth! Otherwise, I'll call the police!"

I was pinned to the floor by two burly men, struggling in vain as they held me down.

"Call the police?" Ethan sneered at my futile attempts. "You scumbag! You think you can bully and intimidate people? If anyone should be calling the cops, it's me—not you!"

The betrayal from my wife and the madness of this homewrecker fueled my rage to a boiling point. I glared at Ethan and warned, "This is your last chance. Get out now, or you'll pay for this!"

"Ha!" Ethan spat at me. "You're just a worthless excon! You're the one who's been threatening my girlfriend!"

He then scanned my home, his eyes filled with jealousy.

"Damn it! Everything here was bought with money from my girlfriend! How could a freshly released excon afford all this? You don't deserve any of it!"

As his anger escalated, he picked up a stick and swung it at an antique vase.

Crash!

The vase shattered into pieces.

That vase was a priceless heirloom from my father, worth seven million!

"Don't break that! You can't afford to replace anything in here!" I shouted at Ethan, horrified.

"Pfft! Everything here belongs to my girlfriend. Even if it's expensive, it's all hers—not yours!"

Ethan turned to the streamers and shouted, "Everyone, join me in smashing this place up! This excon doesn't deserve to live like this!"

The streamers went wild for the sake of their broadcast.

"Exactly! Scum like him should go to hell; he doesn't deserve this kind of life!"

"He got everything through illegal means—smash it all!"

"Viewers, hit that red star and shower us with gifts! Let's show you the power of the Bad Guy Busters today!"

The live stream went into a frenzy as their viewer count soared past ten million, and gifts flooded in, making the hosts beam with excitement.

They became increasingly reckless, each wielding a stick as they smashed things around my house.

But they were just girls; their strength was limited.

For showmanship, they had the two musclemen hold me down while they encouraged them to do the breaking. "Viewers, see? This is what happens to bad people!"

"We're going to destroy everything here!"

"This scumbag doesn't deserve this life!"

The audience grew more agitated as gifts poured in even faster.

Watching these streamers sink to such depths for views made me feel sick.

I didn't want to reason with them anymore; I pulled out my phone to call the police.

But one of the hosts noticed my move.

She snatched my phone and smashed it on the ground. "Scum like you think you can call your buddies for help? Not today!"

"That's right! No matter what connections you have, we're taking you down today! We have millions of viewers backing us—we're not afraid of you!"

The live chat exploded with comments.

"The hosts are fierce!"

"I'm impressed they're taking on an excon!"

"It feels so satisfying watching this; I hate excons!"

"Exactly! There are no good people who've been in prison!"

"Smash it good! I'm finally donating today!"

Watching these people act without limits, I decided to stop trying to intervene.

From the moment they entered my home, they had been captured on camera.

The more arrogant they became now, the worse their consequences would be when the time for reckoning came!

I quietly observed as they wreaked havoc downstairs, destroying various antiques.

But it wasn't enough for them; brandishing their sticks, they prepared to head upstairs to continue their rampage.

I followed them up, no longer attempting to stop them.

The items upstairs were even more valuable—enough to ruin them financially and land them in prison for a long time!

I even noticed one of the younger streamers discreetly hiding a golden ornament in her clothing. This was theft, and it was illegal!

I watched silently until I saw Ethan open my wardrobe and pull out a wooden box.

My heart raced; that was the only keepsake my mother had left me.

"Don't touch that!" I shouted at Ethan.

"You say not to touch it? Then I'm definitely going to!" Ethan sneered, and with a wicked grin, he smashed the box onto the floor.

Crash!

The wooden box shattered, and its contents spilled out.

As I knelt before the remnants of my mother's only heirloom, my heart felt like it was being ripped apart.

The streamers immediately turned their cameras on me, mocking me with cruel remarks.

"Look everyone! The excon is crying!"

"Pfft! He doesn't deserve any sympathy; just wait until he sees what's coming!"

"Hahaha, this is karma! From the moment you did evil, you should have known this day would come!"

"Viewers, we're the Bad Guy Busters, here to deal with scum like this excon! Now he's left with nothing but regret—but it's too late! Where were you when you were doing wrong?"

"Isn't it satisfying to see this excon in tears? If you think so, send us gifts—we have more entertainment coming your way!"

Just as they reveled in their triumph, a group of police officers burst into the house.

I had an emergency alarm system installed; even without my phone, I could still call for help.

Seeing the police arrive, the streamers—who thought they were being righteous but were actually crossing every line for views—looked a bit uneasy.

"Who called the police?" one asked.

"I don't know," another replied.

Before they could ponder further, Ethan stepped forward with a cold smile. "It's perfect timing for the police to take this scumbag excon and put him behind bars where he belongs!"

The streamers quickly regained their composure. "Right! We're here to serve justice and hand this scumbag over to the police! Viewers, keep liking and light up those stars!"

I knelt on the floor, heartbroken over my mother's shattered heirloom.

Ethan kicked me over, sneering, "You pathetic excon! What are you pretending to be pitiful for now that the police are here? Who are you going to threaten?"

He immediately turned to the officers, claiming I was a menace who had threatened his girlfriend, showing them the chat screenshots as evidence.

One officer approached me. "Sir, please get up and cooperate with our investigation."

I glanced at the officer and then reached for my household registration book from the ground. "Officer, you came at just the right time. This is my registration book. These people barged into my home without cause, assaulted me, stole my belongings, and caused damages worth over a hundred million! Please help me!"

"You're spouting nonsense!" Ethan shouted back. "You're the one who threatened my girlfriend! Everything here belongs to her!"

The officer examined my registration book, frowning slightly as he looked at Ethan. "The registration shows that this man lives here. You claim these items belong to your girlfriend? What evidence do you have that she was harmed?"

Ethan was momentarily taken aback but quickly replied, "The screenshots I showed you are proof!"

"Those aren't enough for charges," the officer said, shaking his head. "How about you call her here?"

"Alright, I'll call her!" Ethan said as he dialed a number. "Babe, hurry up! I'm in trouble and need you to back me up! The police are waiting!"

As Ethan made the call, the streamers found their confidence again and began to chime in with sarcastic comments directed at the police.

"Officer, there's no need for an investigation; he's just an excon!"

"Exactly! How could he afford such a nice villa? He must have gotten it through illegal means."

"This scumbag is nothing but trouble; he just got out of prison and is already ruining someone's relationship!"

Before they could continue their taunts, one officer interjected, "You don't get to judge justice here; have you not realized that you're stepping into legal trouble yourselves?"

The officers' words made several of the streamers go pale.

Moments later, Sophie arrived.

Now in her thirties but looking exceptionally wellpreserved, her beauty and poise drew gasps from the younger streamers.

One of them turned to Ethan in surprise. "Ethan, is this your girlfriend?"

"Of course!" he replied proudly.

The streamer gushed, "She's a real beauty! No wonder this excon has his eyes on her; if I were a guy, I'd be drawn to her too."

Everyone marveled at Sophie's looks while Ethan basked in their admiration.

However, no one noticed that Sophie was sweating nervously.

"Babe, you finally made it!" Ethan exclaimed as he approached her with a smug grin.

"Who's your babe? I don't know you; get away from me!" Sophie shot back.

Ethan's smug expression froze in shock. How could this be the same Sophie who called him "sweetie" every day?

In front of everyone's astonished eyes, Sophie walked straight up to me and was about to throw herself into my arms.

But how could I accept this woman after everything?

I pushed her away forcefully. "You make me sick; don't touch me!"

"Honey, please let me explain..."

Sophie fell to her knees before me, tears welling in her eyes.

The word "honey" sent shockwaves through Ethan's face as it drained of color.

The selfproclaimed justiceseeking streamers stood there dumbfounded.

"What... what just happened?"

"She... she called this excon 'honey'?"

"Isn't she Ethan's girlfriend?"