"Look at all these luxury items—Chanel, Givenchy, several pieces of Bvlgari. It must be my husband's money. How else would an old woman like her have so much money?"
The girl, still not satisfied, gave me another push.
"You shameless old hag! You're old enough to be my boyfriend's mother, yet you still dare to seduce him! Don't you have any shame? Using my man's money to live such a good life, doesn't your conscience bother you?"
Her group of friends joined in, mocking me as well.
"Chelsea, I think she's just a lonely old woman, turned perverted! Otherwise, why would she go after someone so much younger? I really feel sorry for your boyfriend; of all people, he chose this old woman. How could he even stomach it?"
Chelsea?
Suddenly, I remembered something.
My son's fiancée is also named Chelsea!
And the girl standing in front of me is none other than my daughter-in-law, Chelsea!
My first thought was that my son had cheated, and I had stumbled upon a scene involving my daughter-in-law, who was so agitated that she had mistaken me for someone else.
But soon, her attitude made me dismiss that doubt.