"That's better! Destroying the spoils she worked so hard to get would probably make her feel worse than killing her!"
"That's why we destroy them!"
"Yes! If the law won't punish mistresses, we will!"
"I really want to see her cry!"
"If she doesn't beg for mercy, it means she hasn't learned her lesson. It's our duty to straighten her out!"
"Otherwise, she might come after our husbands next!"
The vicious words whipped the women into a frenzy.
Even the two holding me down released me to join the destruction.
Free at last, I searched for my phone.
Unfortunately, just after I dialed the police number, I was discovered by one of them.
She threw one of my LV bags at me from a distance.
"This bitch is looking for help! Stop her!"
Before I could say a word, my own bag hit me and my vision went dark.
When my vision returned, they had already rushed into my bedroom.
"This bitch even took wedding photos! She thinks she's the real wife? Too bad, fake is fake!"
"Ladies, smash it all!"
With nothing left to break into the bedroom, they started using chairs to hit the walls. My heart raced, but I kept silent.
I knew they were out of control and wouldn't stop.