My husband has a violent gene. Should I keep my unborn baby?

Troy's possessiveness was pathological. After marrying him, he had a tracking chip implanted in my body just so he could monitor my every move.

I didn’t even have a chance to look at another man, yet here she was accusing me of cheating. It was laughable.

I thought reminding her about the incident might make her back down.

Instead, she slapped me again.

"Stop acting! With skills like these, you should be in Hollywood!"

"I wouldn't be here without solid proof."

Lucy pulled out her phone and played a video.

In it, a scantily-clad woman was passionately kissing a man. Then he pushed her down, and she let out suggestive sounds.

The video was extremely explicit, but what shocked me most was that the woman's face was identical to mine.

The elderly women with Lucy started chiming in: "Absolutely shameless. In the old days, adulterous women like her would've been drowned!"

"If she were my daughter-in-law, I'd beat her to death!"

"The world's gone to hell. She looks so innocent, but behind closed doors..."

Their vicious words made my blood boil. I'd never been so humiliated in my life.

The video was clearly deepfaked, but trying to explain AI technology to these old crones would be pointless.

I reached for my phone to call Troy - this was his mother, let him deal with her. Whatever happened after that wouldn't be my concern.

But Lucy snatched my phone and smashed it against the floor, shattering it completely.

I stared at her, stunned by her brazen behavior.

"If Troy finds out about your actions today, even I won't be able to protect you!"

Lucy sneered, "When my son learns about your affair, we'll see who needs protection!"

I looked at the group and gave them one final warning. "What you're doing is criminal. I'm giving you one last chance to leave."

One of the old women spat, "The nerve of her! Caught cheating and still acting righteous!"

"That's right, Lucy! Show her what a proper mother-in-law does - teach this tramp a lesson!"

Encouraged by their words, Lucy kicked my expensive hand-carved rosewood chair, breaking it in half.

"Everything you have is because of my son! Without him, you'd still be sleeping on a hard bed in the slums! How dare you tell me to leave!"

The old women cheered at her display, praising her boldness.

Following her lead, they destroyed the remaining three chairs.

This set of hand-carved rosewood furniture was something Troy had bought at great expense just to make me happy.

One of them picked up my antique glass cup, ready to smash it.

I warned her coldly, "That's an antique worth two million."

She hesitated, but Lucy stepped forward and smashed it herself.

"Everything here belongs to my son! I'm telling you all - break whatever you want. We need to teach this witch a lesson!"

With her permission, the women went berserk, destroying everything in sight.

I watched coldly, knowing each item they destroyed would become evidence for their prison sentences.

Suddenly, one of them tapped Lucy's shoulder. "Look at how she's glaring at you!"

"Everything you're breaking was bought with your son's money - it doesn't affect her at all."

"We need to teach her a real lesson she won't forget."

Lucy looked at me, her eyes flashing with malice as she walked toward me.

They outnumbered me, and I knew better than to fight a losing battle. I tried to run for the door.

But Lucy grabbed my arm and yanked me back. Pain shot through my knee as I was forced to the ground.