My stomach churned.
‘Mate?’
I felt so disgusted being linked to a crude man like him. He was nowhere near Edwin's caliber.
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.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or scream. The situation was absurd. How could this be happening? I stared down at the video again, my mind spinning.
Although our birthmark was somewhat identical, there was a slight difference that only my family knew. Mine was a waxing half-moon on my left shoulder blade. The woman in the video had a waning half-moon on the right.
I took a deep breath, my anger that had been simmering was about to boil over. I only wanted to reunite with my sister after fifteen years. Why was this happening on the day of our reunion?
I threw the phone back at him, my voice icy with frustration. “That’s not me, and I'm not your mate. You're mistaking me for someone.”
Tyler’s growl rattled the room. “Liar!” His face twisted with fury. “Don’t even try to deny it. You’re just trying to save face in front of everyone, but we all know what you did.”
“You’ve got it wrong!” I snapped, clenching my fists. “That woman might look like me, but that’s not me. She’s my twin sister.”
“Lies! Your sister was already dead!” he roared, cutting me off before I could explain further. His patience was gone, replaced by pure rage. “You’ll regret this. Restrain her!”