"What's the difference between her and a prostitute? Fortunately, he found out in time. If they get married, she's gonna do worse!"
"She's made him a cuckold! He played the video regardless of anything else. Clearly, he's not gonna let her off!"
"A woman like her should be beaten hard!"
My scalp went numb as I watched the video.
And I realized that now everyone had mistaken me for Belinda!
"You got it wrong! I'm not Belinda! I'm her sister. My name is Andrea Walsh!" I quickly explained loudly.
I thought that by saying this, they would realize that they really made a mistake.
But Leo slapped me in the face again.
"You cunt! You really think I don't know whether you're Belinda or not? I even know every mole on your body! Now that you're slutty enough to do this, admit it! You wanna deny it? Do you really expect me to believe that?"
After speaking, Leo pulled me up and dragged me directly to the big screen, putting my face next to Belinda's face in the video.
"Everyone, look! See how slutty she is in the video? And now, she doesn't dare to admit it! What a cunt!"
Because Belinda and I looked so alike, when our faces were put together, no one could tell the difference.
Our biggest difference was the butterfly bones on our backs.
There was a small birthmark on my butterfly bones.
Philip said he liked it very much because it was like the wings of a butterfly.
Every time we had sex, he would kiss my back for a long time.
The video was still playing, and the groom had no intention of stopping playing it.
In the video, the man took a bag and casually threw it on Belinda's delicate body after sex.
"Didn't you want this bag last time? I bought it for you."
I stared at the Chanel bag in the video with widened eyes!
It was exactly the same as the bag I was carrying today!
I couldn't explain clearly at all. All I could hope was Philip would show up soon.
At the same time, I vaguely realized that Belinda had invited me to attend her wedding on purpose!
She wanted to let me take the blame!
Sure enough, Leo grabbed my bag and held it up to everyone, saying,"'Bitch! Keep denying it! Look at your bag! He gave it to you yesterday, and you came here with it today to marry me! You shameless bitch!"
After saying that, he took a fruit knife and slashed my bag worth 50,000 dollars into pieces.
"It's worth 50,000 dollars! You'll have to pay me back!" I said angrily.