My Son’s Fiancée Thought I Was His Mistress

On Valentine's Day, Michael, my husband, surprised me with a colossal bouquet of roses. But a nearly identical arrangement, ordered by our son, Ethan, never arrived. The delivery driver had been in an accident. His fiancée, Chloe, mistook me for a mistress. She stormed my college reunion, ripped my clothes to shreds for all to see, and beat me within an inch of my life. When Michael tried to save me, they bound him too. "Girls, they say their love runs deep, don't they? Let's see just how deep it goes!" To protect me, Michael endured as they smashed bottle after bottle over his head. Just then, Ethan burst in. Seeing two bloody, battered figures, our son dropped to his knees, sobbing, "Mom! Dad!" It was only then that Chloe realized her world had imploded. 1 Our son, Ethan, who’d been living back home, was finally getting engaged. For years, Michael and I had carried the quiet ache of guilt, knowing we’d spent so little time with him. Even with his booming business keeping him swamped, Michael had insisted I return stateside to throw Ethan a truly grand engagement party. I’d cleared my schedule weeks in advance, flying back a full day early. Not only that, but I’d also prepared a significant gift for Chloe: the heirloom jade bangle passed down through generations of the Davis family. I’d barely landed when my phone buzzed with Michael’s call from overseas. "Happy Valentine's, honey! I ordered you a bouquet online; it should be arriving at the hotel any minute now." Michael and I had been married for years, and our bond remained as strong as ever. "Thank you, darling," I’d purred, blowing a kiss into the phone. A moment later, I snapped a picture of the roses and posted it to my social media. I often shared glimpses of my life abroad, and I’d built up quite a following. Sarah, a dear friend from college, had organized a reunion dinner the moment she heard I was back. On the way to the restaurant, I idly scrolled through my feed, and there it was—Ethan’s public display of affection. "The most beautiful roses for the most beautiful you, my love!" The accompanying photo featured a bouquet identical to the one Michael had sent me. I chuckled, shaking my head. Like father, like son—their taste was truly uncanny. I liked the post, adding a comment, "Wishing you and Chloe a lifetime of happiness!" Ethan replied almost instantly: "You're my favorite woman too, Mom." My fingers flew over the keyboard: "Being your dad's favorite is more than enough. Save your complete love for your wife, that's what truly matters." I wanted my son to have a small, happy family just like ours. "Linda’s really made it big, hasn’t she?" one classmate murmured. "Well, she married well! Her husband's not just rich, he's thoughtful. Still sending flowers after all these years!" "It's enough to make you sick with envy. My husband never sent me a bouquet that big, not even when we were dating." "Linda, you’re so lucky! You’ll have to share your secret to keeping the romance alive." Old friends, reunited, were a whirlwind of chatter and warmth. I smiled. "No problem." Suddenly, a commotion erupted outside the private dining room. "You home-wrecker! Get out here! So brave to steal someone’s boyfriend, but too chicken to show your face?" "You wretched witch! I know you're in there! You think hiding will protect you, you relationship-destroying trash?" The room fell silent for a beat, then buzzed with renewed whispers. "Sounds like a girlfriend catching her man cheating." "These young people today, honestly. Back in our day, things weren't such a mess." "What’s that saying? 'Back when cars were slow, you only loved one person for life'?" "Why does it sound like she’s yelling at someone in here?" Sarah scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Oh, please. We're all old friends here, we know each other. She must have the wrong room. Let’s just ignore her." "You trash! You think staying inside will save you? Come on, girls, let's go in there and drag that woman out!" Suddenly, the door burst open. A group of furious young women stormed in. Sarah immediately stepped forward, trying to mediate. "Excuse me, ladies, but I think you have the wrong place. We're having a college reunion here." "Wrong? How could we be wrong? Even if that bitch burned to ashes, I'd still recognize her!" Under the stunned gaze of everyone in the room, her eyes narrowed, locking onto me with pure venom. In an instant, every single person’s attention swiveled to me. "Me? Young lady, you must be mistaken. I just flew back from overseas today, and I've never seen you before in my life." "She's right, girls. My friend has lived abroad for years. There must be some misunderstanding." "No misunderstanding." She pulled out her phone, bringing up my social media profile. "Everyone, look! Isn't this her account? That bouquet she just posted? That was my boyfriend’s Valentine's gift to me! Somehow, this hussy snatched it, and then she had the nerve to flaunt it online!" "Wait, what? Linda's flowers were from another guy?" "No wonder! What old married couple celebrates Western holidays like that?" "Exactly! I asked my husband what Valentine's Day was, and he didn't even know!" "I can't believe Linda. All that talk about her perfect marriage, and behind our backs, she’s playing games like this!" The classmates who had just been so warm and friendly now turned on me, their expressions hardening. "And now, my boyfriend and I are about to get engaged, and you're still clinging to him!" The young woman pointed at me, her voice thick with emotion, big tears streaming down her face. I’d been abroad for so long, and aside from Sarah, I’d barely kept in touch with anyone back home. I racked my brain, but I couldn't for the life of me figure out who I supposedly "seduced." 2 Sarah immediately stepped forward, defending me fiercely. "You lot better watch what you’re saying! Linda and I were roommates in college. We know exactly what kind of person she is. I don't believe she'd ever do something like this." "People change, you know. After all these years, who knows what she's become?" "Yeah, I heard things are pretty wild overseas. Maybe she and her husband have an open marriage, doing their own thing?" "Young lady, how old is your boyfriend? Linda’s probably old enough to be his mother!" Sarah’s face went cold. "You all are going too far. Linda helped every single one of you when you were in trouble! Your son had leukemia, didn't have money for chemo? Linda sent money from abroad! And you, you got laid off? Linda used her connections to find you a job! Your daughter’s school application? Linda pulled strings for that too! You can’t be so heartless!" If Sarah hadn't brought it up, I honestly would have forgotten those details. "Oh, look at you, Linda hasn't even said anything, but you’re already so worked up. Linda must have given you quite a few perks over the years, huh?" "Yeah, Linda’s really got a loyal dog." "Come on, let's get out of here. Being friends with someone like this is just embarrassing." "Everyone, come take a look! This old woman is that online 'socialite' who lives abroad! For years, she's been harassing my boyfriend through social media, and tomorrow, my boyfriend and I are getting engaged, so she flew back from overseas just to stop it!" Hearing the commotion, diners from other tables flocked over, forming a curious circle. "Let's see what kind of mistress is so shameless!" "Mistress? More like a 'grand-mistress'!" "Don't be scared, sweetheart! We're all with you! We'll make sure this brazen hussy has nowhere to hide!" The young woman cried to the crowd, "This vixen used who-knows-what tricks to snatch the bouquet my boyfriend ordered for me right off the delivery truck!" I forced myself to remain calm. "Young lady, there must be a misunderstanding. Those flowers were from my husband." "Hear that, everyone? This old woman is already calling my boyfriend 'husband'!" "She’s absolutely shameless! At her age, she still can't behave!" "Stealing someone else’s gift and then flaunting it online? That’s just too brazen!" "Look, isn’t this old woman’s social media account?" "Yep, that’s her! She’s always posting pictures of gifts. Who knows how many men sent them to her!" "I’m reporting her! I hate women who play the field!" "It’s a misunderstanding, there must be a misunderstanding. Young lady, what’s your boyfriend’s name?" I patiently tried to explain, my good upbringing still guiding my tone. The girl raised an eyebrow. "You know who you've been seducing, don't you? Or have you been flirting with so many men you can't keep track?" Engagement. Flowers. It was only then, in my panic, that the pieces clicked. This young woman thought I was my own son’s mistress. I forced a laugh. "You’re Chloe Anderson, aren't you? And your boyfriend is Ethan, right?" I’d been living abroad, and due to visa issues, Ethan had tried to bring Chloe to visit us many times, but it never worked out. This was, in fact, my first time meeting Chloe in person. Chloe’s eyebrow shot up. "So now you're not playing dumb! See, everyone? She not only knows my boyfriend's name, but she knows I exist! She’s deliberately trying to interfere in my relationship with my boyfriend!" 3 The crowd erupted, their anger fueled. "She's absolutely shameless! With so many men in the world, why does she have to steal someone else's?" "At her age, she's still so brazen!" "My own husband was stolen by an older woman! Every mistress in the world deserves to rot!" Chloe’s aggressive demeanor was starting to chafe. Ethan had spoken of her often during our calls, describing her as kind and gentle, someone who wouldn’t even step on an ant. The girl in front of me was clearly not the person he’d described. "Chloe, I know you’re upset right now, but shouldn't you at least hear me out?" "Hear you out? What is there to explain? Girls, she's the mistress who’s been messing with Ethan and me. Let's teach her a lesson together!" As soon as Chloe finished speaking, the girls who had stormed in with her surrounded me. "Alright, today we’ll show this hussy what happens when you try to steal someone’s boyfriend!" "How dare she mess with our friend? She must have a death wish!" Sarah, flustered, stepped in front of me. "What do you think you’re doing?" The girls shoved Sarah out of the room, then locked the door from the inside. "Get out of our way!" "You old hag! You think you’re so charming, do you? At your age, still clinging to Ethan like a parasite!" She raised her hand and slapped me hard across the face. I was caught off guard and took the full force of the blow. "Chloe, this is a misunderstanding! I’m not Ethan’s mistress. I flew back specifically to attend your engagement ceremony. I’m his—" I swallowed my rising anger and tried to explain. Before I could even utter the word "mother," Chloe lunged forward, grabbing a fistful of my hair. "You vixen! You must have found out about my engagement to Ethan and deliberately flown back from overseas to ruin it, didn’t you?" Chloe yanked my hair, pulling with all her might. A searing pain shot through my scalp; it felt like my skin was tearing away from my skull. "You shameless witch! Of all the men to steal, you just had to go after my friend’s!" Then, a heavy punch landed square on my eye socket. Stars exploded in my vision, and a sharp, throbbing pain pierced through half of my face. I’d never encountered such a situation in my life. I quickly tried to explain, "Stop, all of you! This is a misunderstanding! I'm not a mistress!" The girls grabbed my arms, pinning me down onto my knees. "You brazen bitch! Ethan’s flowers were delivered straight to you, and you still dare say you’re not his mistress?" "You really think your fox tail is so well hidden? I’ve seen you frequently interacting with Ethan on social media for ages!" "And at your age, calling my boyfriend 'sweetheart'? Aren't you disgusted with yourself? You’re old enough to be Ethan’s mother!" Chloe crossed her legs, sitting leisurely before me. With every word, she kicked me hard in the chest. "Chloe, I really am not Ethan’s mistress—" Before I could finish, the other girls started to jeer. "She’s right, she’s not a mistress. She’s an old mistress!" A burst of laughter rippled through the group. "Exactly! A dried-up old mistress!" "Ethan must have some really peculiar taste. What does this old woman have that Chloe doesn’t? Even if he’s cheating, couldn't he at least find someone better looking?" "Don't you know? Men like to try anything they haven't tasted before!" They continued their barrage of kicks and punches. The vulgar words flowed into my ears, one after another, their sheer malice washing away any goodwill I might have had left for Chloe. A sudden, sweet taste filled my throat. I gagged, then spat out a mouthful of blood.

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