He Replaced My Mother With A Fake, So I Ruined Him

Synopsis

The day my mom was framed as the other woman, I slapped the matriarch's seal right in my dad's face. Mid-air, I received a clip titled: [Billionaire Heir Knocks Out Dad's Side-Chick—Live.] On-screen, my mom, once the queen of the city, was reduced to a housemaid in burlap, my four brothers circling like wolves, fists raining, her blouse torn as they screamed "cheap homewrecker." My mom's eyes were bloodshot as she begged them to listen, but the room answered with jeers. Behind my four older brothers, the interloper in head-to-toe haute couture played saint. She said, "Alright, I know you're just looking out for me, but there's no need to even spare a glance for someone who doesn't appreciate it." The guests around were all wishing her a happy birthday and praising her for being so generous. Someone said, "Now that's the real class Mrs. Smith should have. Seriously, do some people not own a mirror?" Another person scoffed, "Everyone knows the Smith empire was basically her marriage settlement. Where's the class in that woman?" The second they crowned that impostor "Mrs. Smith," my phone groaned in my white-knuckled grip, rage blazing through my ribs. My own glare on the cracked screen looked ready to kill. I'd only been away from home for three years. Since when did my mom become this shameless woman?