My Future Stepmother Beat Me Into the Hospital

In my senior year of college, while studying in Washington, I received some shocking news from my father, Zach.

He was about to marry his new fiancée, Cameron Diaz.

I congratulated Zach over the phone and, following his suggestion, bought a Ferrari—the car Cameron loved—to give her as a meeting gift.

That night, I flew back home, and Zach posted a photo of us together on social media, captioning it: [Thank you for being with me all this way, my dear!]

However, the wedding turned into a nightmare.

Cameron, who had labeled me as the "other woman," led her bridesmaids to corner me at a high-end watch store. They attacked me, disfigured my face, and left me incapacitated.

"You little tramp dare to steal my man?" Cameron spat, her voice dripping with venom. "I'm going to make sure your whole family pays for this!

"Ladies, drag her to the wedding venue. I want him to see me personally tear apart this little slut!"

On the wedding day, barely clinging to life, I watched as my father finally arrived late.

Gasping for breath, I managed to utter, "Dad, this is the 'wonderful' woman you chose!"

——

When I heard about Zach's marriage, I was in Washington, and I sent my best wishes.

Zach mentioned that Cameron was fond of a specific Ferrari model. I bought the car overnight, intending to present it to her as a gift when we met.

That evening, I flew back home, and at the airport, Zach shared a picture of us—father and daughter—on social media with the caption: [Thank you for being with me all this way, my dear.]

Soon after, Cameron called, demanding to know who the "other woman" was.

An argument erupted between them, and they parted ways in anger.

Standing by, I tried to smooth things over. "Dad, you need to treat Cameron well and make sure you don't get involved with other women."

My mother had tragically died in a car accident when I was sixteen.

Zach had weathered every storm to raise me alone, never looking for another woman until he found Cameron in my senior year.

That night, I was so overwhelmed that I couldn't sleep.

The next morning, I drove the Ferrari I had just bought for Cameron to the biggest watch store in town, intending to buy a watch as a gift for her.

Just as I was finalizing my purchase, I saw Cameron in a wedding dress, accompanied by several bridesmaids, storm into the store.

Before I could even greet her, they surrounded me.

Cameron shouted, "That's her from social media!

"Get her!"

At her command, her entourage pounced on me. A brutal slap sent me reeling.

Before I could react, Cameron grabbed my hair and slammed my head against a glass display case.

"Bitch, did you think you could hide here? I'm going to make sure you never recover!"

Cameron's laughter was icy as she looked at my bloodied and battered face.

"Beat this trash to a pulp!"

"Young and foolish, trying to steal someone's husband!"

Her bridesmaids continued to pummel me, their kicks and punches making me almost lose consciousness.

Meanwhile, the onlookers cowered in fear, whispering among themselves.

When a store employee tried to intervene, Cameron gave him a chilling glare, sending him retreating.

As I lay on the floor, Cameron squatted down, grabbing my bloodied hair and lifting my head.

"You and your entire family will pay for this. Today, I will ensure that you never see the light of day again, right in front of Zach!"