At the same time, those who had barged into my house rushed to mock me.
"Look at you. You look so respectable, but you choose to be a homewrecker. You had it coming!"
"Exactly. We're the moral judges here to teach you how to follow proper virtues."
The neighbors heard the commotion and gathered around to watch, pointing fingers and making sarcastic remarks.
Suppressing the anger boiling in me, I turned to Alyssa and said firmly, "You're Alyssa, right? You've got the wrong person. I'm not the homewrecker you're looking for."
Considering that Alyssa was Bryce's girlfriend and he might have wronged her, I decided not to hold this misunderstanding against her.
I thought she would leave sensibly after hearing my explanation, but to my surprise, she became even more worked up.
Alyssa arrogantly shouted, "What? You have the guts to be a homewrecker but not to admit it?
"I clearly heard you call my man 'sweetie' on WhatsApp."
It dawned on me then. It turned out the homewrecker Alyssa mentioned was me, Bryce's own mother. And the very reason for that was because I had called him "sweetie." Ridiculous.