Tomorrow was a special day. My mother was getting remarried. Although I had reservations about her new husband being over ten years younger than her, I still flew back from overseas to surprise them. At the moment, I was in a jewelry store selecting a suitable gemstone breastpin as a gift for my stepfather.

This is our store's most expensive breastpin, worth over a billion dollars,

and we've never found the right person for it," said the salesperson. Her eyes were lit up as she gazed at the full set of imperial green breastpin. She looked at me as if I were the god of wealth.

"You're so generous, giving away such an extravagant gift. The recipient must be extremely fortunate."

"Wrap it up," I said with a slight smile. "It's perfect for my stepfather; he should like it."

The clerk carefully arranged the jewelry. Suddenly, a loud and disdainful voice came from outside.

"Well, well, look who's here," said Theron Miller, my ex-boyfriend, as he walked in with an air of arrogance. He looked me up and down with contempt. Given my modest attire, it wasn't surprising he thought I was poor. What he didn't know was that everything I wore was custom-made and worth millions of dollars.

I ignored him and continued choosing the jewelry. But he wouldn't let up. "Hey, I'm talking to you! Can't you hear me, you lowlife?"

I didn't respond.

Angered by my silence, he turned to the clerk with an air of superiority. "I'm the head of the Sanchez Family. If you don't want to offend me, kick this lowlife out!"

A huge question mark formed in my mind. Sanchez Family? Wasn't that my family?

I quickly checked my phone. My mother and I rarely discussed our private lives, so I didn't know much about her new husband other than his name being Theron. . His name matching my ex's had bothered me slightly before,

, but now it seemed more than just a coincidence.

Seeing the photo sent to me, I felt like my sky was falling

. The man holding my mother's hand was indeed my ex!

Given how our relationship ended-with dating me while also flirting with several rich women at the same time."

-it wasn't entirely surprising he'd end up with one eventually. But I never imagined that woman would be my mother!

Despite her being my biological mother, I couldn't help but mentally question her judgment. Did she lost her mind?

The clerk's attempt to kick me out interrupted my thoughts. "This lowlife needs to leave they said while trying to push me out.

Theron smirked as he watched the scene unfold. "Look at her clothes; she doesn't . belong to a place like this

" The onlookers nodded in agreement.

Just then, one of Theron's lackeys chimed in, "I saw her with the head of the King Family! She's a homewrecker!"

The King Family was known for their loving relationship, and hearing such accusations made people around us even more hostile towards me.

This was absurd! When I was young, my father and I were kidnapped for ransom. My father was killed despite the ransom being paid, and since then, my mother had kept me hidden abroad for safety reasons.

Knowing people misunderstood me, I tried to explain. "You've got it all wrong; I'm not a homewrecker-I'm part of the Sanchez-"

"Shut up!" Theron interrupted, yanking my hair and throwing me to the ground.

Pain surged through my body as my head hit the glass display case corner.

"Ah!" The glass cracked like a spider web as blood blurred one of my eyes.

"Is there any justice? You're attacking people without knowing the truth.

" I gasped for breath and struggled to get up but was pinned down by Theron's foot on my face.

He ground his foot into me like squashing an insect. "Why be a homewrecker? In the old days, you'd be drowned for this."

Suddenly, everyone turned against me; insults and accusations came flooding in like waves. More people gathered around us; some even started hitting me.

The scene descended into chaos as countless fists landed on me.