When I went to get my makeup done, I ran into Damien.
When he saw me in my wedding dress, he thought I was going to marry him, and he stopped me and looked at me with a sneer.
"I don't like the wedding dress you're wearing. Go change it."
I sneered and took a step back:
"I don't care whether you like it or not."
Damien suddenly came forward and grabbed my chin:
"You're still being stubborn and saying you don't want to marry me, but you still obediently wear your wedding dress, right?"
But he doesn't know that I'm going to marry someone else.
Today is my wedding, and I don’t want to be disturbed by any messy people.
He turned his wrist and slapped him.
"Did I give you face?"
Damien was stunned. He didn't expect that I would show him no mercy in front of so many people.
"Scarlett, you provoked me first, don't blame me for being rude to you."
He called the group of brothers behind him and shouted to passers-by to come over and watch.
Then my private photos were projected on the big screen.
They said I was hanging out with other men outside and that some indecent photos of me were taken.
When the kissing photo was shown, people around them gasped.
"Look, is this person Scarlett?"