They Thought I Was Duped, Unaware I Had Truly Been Reborn Chapter 05

They Thought I Was Duped, Unaware I Had Truly Been Reborn Chapter 05

The sudden accusation sent the entire ballroom into chaos.

Especially Wade’s so-called friends—a pack of lowlifes who immediately rushed to Brynn’s defense.

“Officers, you’ve got this wrong!”

“Simone’s the one who freaked out and bailed on her own wedding.”

“Brynn was just trying to save the ceremony. How is that kidnapping?”

Wade shielded Brynn behind him, afraid she might suffer even the slightest grievance.

“There’s no way Brynn had her kidnapped. Simone just threw a fit and ran off. That’s all it is.”

Even relatives and coworkers who didn’t know the truth started piling on.

“I always heard Simone had a nasty temper, picking fights with Wade constantly.”

“But throwing a tantrum at her own wedding? That’s a new low.”

“Wade must be cursed. Any man stuck with a woman like that would be miserable.”

“Honestly, Wade’s too good for her.”

“People without parents always end up lacking basic manners.”

“Brynn’s the one thinking about everyone else.”

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“Honestly, I think she’s way better than Simone.”

“Wade, just marry Brynn and make Simone regret it for life!”

The comments kept coming.

Just then, the ballroom doors opened.

I walked in, supported by a female officer, my wounds freshly treated.

The moment Wade saw me, his face darkened.

“So you actually have the nerve to show your face.”

“You’d better tell the officers the truth right now—that you misunderstood Brynn, that you got jealous and ran off on your own.”

“Brynn never kidnapped you. She stepped in and saved your wedding.”

“Instead of thanking her, you called the police? Are you out of your mind?”

He pointed toward Brynn.

“Apologize to her. Do that, and I’ll still go through with the wedding.”

I almost laughed out loud.

He couldn’t see my disheveled hair, the bruises on my body, the filth staining my bridesmaid dress.

All he cared about was protecting Brynn. Protecting her reputation.

“Thank her?” I let out a cold laugh.

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“Thank her for throwing herself at my fiancé right in front of me?”

“For wearing my wedding dress to humiliate me while I was shoved into a bridesmaid dress?”

“Or for having me kidnapped and trying to have me killed?”

Wade’s face went livid.

“How many times do I have to say it—Brynn and I are just friends! We’re innocent!”

“Can you stop with the drama for once?”

I scoffed. “Fine.”

Then I picked up the remote connected to the ballroom’s giant display screen.

“Then let’s show everyone exactly how innocent you and your best buddy really are.”

I pressed play.

The room exploded into shocked gasps.

Video after video flashed across the screen—the flirting, the touching, every boundary they’d crossed while insisting it meant nothing.

There he was, scrubbing her bare back. Washing her underwear.

Kicking me out of our bedroom so he could sleep in the same bed with her.

But every time I confronted them, they hid behind that word—”just friends.”

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Friends who slept in the same bed. Friends who did everything a couple would do.

And somehow, I was always the villain. The unreasonable one. The jealous fiancée.