Just because the owner of a small business I planned to invest in gave me a designer handbag, his wife accused me of being his mistress. A crowd showed up at my engagement party, smashing things and beating me. “Mistresses deserve to die!” “That vixen loves to flaunt herself. Strip her and let the whole internet see!” “Everyone, give us a like! At 500,000 likes, we'll slash the mistress's face!” My fiancé didn't help me. Instead, he announced in front of everyone that he was calling off the engagement: “A shameless mistress like you doesn't deserve to marry me!” After warning them again and again to no avail, I gave each of them a blow with a stick, then planted my foot on the “wife's” face and called my secretary. “Tell Mr. Li the investment is off!” “And call the police and get a lawyer. I was robbed and humiliated in broad daylight. I want every one of them behind bars.” My fiancé regretted it and wanted to get back together. I kicked him away. “Get lost! I'm not a garbage dump!”
