Mistress Accusation: My Mother-in-Law and I Turned the Tables

Silas Lambert, the manager of the auction house, cautiously pushed his way through the crowd. The moment he saw me, his expression shifted abruptly.

Then his gaze fell on Ruth, and his face immediately twisted into a sickly sweet smile. "Mrs. Garrett, what an honor to have you here! Why didn't you let me know ahead of time?"

He snapped his fingers and continued, "I'll have a private room ready for you with tea right away."

Ruth soaked it all in, clearly enjoying herself. She waved him off with a careless flick of her wrist. "No need to make a big deal. I'm not here for the auction today.

"I'm here to catch the tramp!"

The atmosphere immediately tensed, and guests began speaking up for Ruth.

"Mistresses today have no shame at all. She shows up in front of the real wife and doesn't even feel guilty!"

"Mr. Lambert, how could you let trash like this into your auction house?"

Feeling the pressure, he shot a quick, uneasy glance at me.

I took my chance and said, "Mr. Lambert, it's me! Don't you recognize me?" I motioned to Agnes beside me. "This is my mother-in-law. They're the impostors here!"

My voice shook with desperation. "Call the police—now!"

But under my expectant gaze, he put some distance between us. "Ms. Marshall, we're not acquainted."

He sneered. "Why would I call the police for you? Unless you're hoping to end up in jail."

As he spoke, he leaned close to my ear. "Ms. Marshall, don't say that I didn't warn you. The woman across from you? She's the wife of the richest man in this city. I advise you to be smart. Apologize, let her vent a little, and maybe this whole thing will blow over."

I clenched my jaw. "Have you lost your mind, Mr. Lambert? You of all people should know who I really am!"

When I married Clement, Silas had attended the wedding and even gifted me a pair of emerald earrings.

That was why, moments ago, I had pinned my hopes on him. However, I never expected things to turn out like this.

Silas shrugged casually and leaned in, speaking at a volume that only I could hear. "The head of the Garrett family is still Mr. Otto. Indeed, you're Clement's wife. That part's true.

"But here's the thing—in a wealthy family, if the mother-in-law isn't on your side, divorce is almost inevitable."

My stomach sank. So this was what he had been thinking.

With no other choice, I swallowed my pride. Agnes was struggling to breathe. My voice softened with desperation as I said, "Alright, Mr. Lambert. I'm begging you. Since we know each other, please call an ambulance.

"My mother-in-law… She has a heart condition."

My voice caught when I mentioned Agnes. Over the years, I had come to see her as my own mother. I could endure being wronged, but I couldn't bear to watch her being treated this way.

Ruth scoffed, impatient. "Heart condition? So having an illness gives you the right to steal someone else's man?"

Her temper flared, and she swung her arm—only to be stopped mid-motion.

"Mrs. Garrett, Mr. Clement sent me ahead to back you up!"

Everyone turned toward the voice. I recognized the man at once—it was Clement's personal secretary, Bruce Wagner. A flicker of hope stirred inside me.

But before I could say a single word, Ruth cut him off, clearly annoyed. "Where the hell is Clement? The audacity!

"I called him myself, and he still didn't show up."

Her overbearing glare scared Bruce so much that he looked like a scared rabbit. "Please, Mrs. Garrett, don't be upset.

"He is on his way. He should be here any minute now."

No matter what he said, Ruth wasn't satisfied. She pulled out her phone and made a video call to Clement. "Clement, what's wrong with you? I'm about to be driven crazy by this homewrecker, and you're nowhere to be found.

"I asked you to return and have my back. Where are you?"