I tried to speak calmly, forcing myself to stay level-headed. “Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but there’s clearly a misunderstanding here. I’m not who you think I am.”
But Tyler wasn’t having it. “Misunderstanding?” He let out another bitter laugh and pulled his phone out of his pocket. “You want to talk about misunderstandings? Fine. Take a look at this.”
Before I could respond, he hurled the phone at me. I barely caught it, my hands trembling. The screen flickered to life, and then a video started playing.
A low, intimate moan filled the room.
My heart dropped.
The woman in the video… She looked just like me. Identical, down to the last detail, including a half-moon-shaped birthmark on her back. The whispers around me grew louder, crueler. My face drained of color as the implication of what I was seeing sank in.
Tyler’s voice boomed again. “There’s no misunderstanding. You abandoned our wedding yesterday for that rogue, and don’t you dare deny it. I know everything about your body, especially that birthmark.” His eyes narrowed, filled with accusation, rage swirling behind them.