Blurb：
On her brother Michael’s wedding day, Jessica posts an innocent photo with him on Twitter—but Amanda, the bride, mistakes her for the other woman. Fueled by rage, Amanda storms Jessica’s home with her bridesmaids, live-streaming the brutal humiliation. As they destroy everything and torture Jessica, the comments cheer on the revenge. But Jessica is no mistress—she’s Michael’s sister, fighting cancer and desperate for family. When Michael arrives, the shocking truth unravels: Amanda’s lies threaten to destroy the wedding and the bond between brother and sister. A tale of mistaken identity, betrayal, and survival.
Content：
On my brother’s wedding day, I posted a photo with him on Twitter.
Amanda, my soon-to-be sister-in-law, mistook me for the other woman.
She stormed into my house with her bridesmaids, shouting about teaching the mistress a lesson.
You shameless b**ch! Got the guts to seduce a taken man but not to admit it?
“Today, I’m gonna make you pay — you’ll learn what happens when you steal my man!”
They cursed and smashed everything in sight.
Then Amanda dragged me to the wedding venue and live-streamed them humiliating and torturing me.
When I was barely conscious, my brother and our relatives finally arrived.
Covered in blood, I looked at him through the pain.
“Looks like this wedding isn’t happening today.”
My brother Michael, the only family I had left, was getting married.
As soon as I heard the news, I flew back from Germany — right after my chemo — just to be at his wedding.
Back home, I stumbled upon a live stream.
A bride in a wedding dress, surrounded by her bridesmaids, was crying on camera.
“You guys, I can’t believe this. Today’s my wedding day, and this woman won’t stop harassing my fiancé.”
“She posted a photo with him on Twitter, tagged him, and even DM’d me, threatening to ruin my wedding!”
“How dare some home-wrecker treat me like this?”
“I don’t care if it’s my wedding day — I’m going to find her and teach her a lesson.”
She cried dramatically, playing the victim.
The comments were flooding with support.
“OMG the bride’s taking down the mistress on her wedding day? So badass!”
“Never seen anything like this! The audacity of some women!”
“No wonder there’s 20 thousand people in here — we’re here for the drama! Destroy her!”
“All mistresses deserve this! My husband left me for one — this hits close to home!”
Seeing the support, the bride wiped her tears.
“Thank you, everyone. I’m going to confront that b**ch now!”
The comments were hyping her up, some even donating to boost the stream.
I usually ignore trashy content, but the bride looked familiar — I couldn’t look away.
Then it hit me.
That was Amanda — my brother’s fiancée.
My mom left when I was a baby. Dad died in a home invasion fifteen years ago.
It had just been Michael and me ever since.
Then life threw another punch: I was diagnosed with late-stage lung cancer.
Michael got me into the best treatment center in Germany. I’d been there for two years and was finally getting better.
Michael showed me Amanda’s photo once.
They met on a golf course. She was a caddy. He fell hard.
He always told me that Amanda was sweet and thoughtful. I already thought of her as family.
What a coincidence.
I randomly tapped on a stream and found my future sister-in-law airing her drama.
I called Michael.
“Michael, how could you?! Cheating on Amanda on your wedding day? She’s too good for you!”
“Jessica, what are you talking about? I’m not cheating on anyone.”
“Don’t lie! Amanda’s gathering people to attack the other woman!”
“Listen, she seems like an amazing person. If you hurt her, I’ll never forgive you!”
“I just finished chemo and flew all the way back for this. If you mess this up, I’m done with you!”
I hung up just as loud banging came from my door.
The moment I opened it, someone shoved me aside hard.
A group of women rushed in.
“Look, everyone! This is the slut right here!”
“You pathetic gold digger! How dare you live in a house like this — paid with his money?!”
Before I could see clearly, a phone was shoved in my face.
Vile insults flew from every direction.
I rubbed my eyes. It was Amanda and her bridesmaids.
Weren’t they after the mistress? Why were they at my place?
“You’ve got the wrong person — I’m not —”
Amanda slapped me across the face before I could finish.
“You little whore. How dare you live in a place this nice? Enjoying my man’s money?”
My left cheek burned. My head spun.
The others joined in, hurling insults.
“You’re nothing but a cheap home-wrecker! You deserve this!”
“Yeah, causing trouble on her wedding day? You’re asking for it!”
Neighbors gathered, pointing and whispering.
I swallowed my anger and looked straight at Amanda.
“You’re Amanda, right? You’ve mistaken me for someone else. I’m not the woman you’re looking for.”
Thinking she was my future sister-in-law — and that maybe Michael had done something wrong — I decided not to escalate.
I thought she’d realize her mistake.
Instead, she got even more aggressive.
“Scared now? You had the nerve to seduce him but not to own it? I saw the picture you posted with my man!”
She showed me a screenshot: a photo of me and Michael on Twitter.
He’d commented a heart and called me “the most important person in my life”.
It all clicked.
The “other woman” was me — his sister.
I sighed, “You’ve got it wrong. I’m Michael’s sister, Jessica. Maybe get your facts straight next time.”
Amanda looked me up and down and smirked.
“You expect me to believe that? You look like you’re in your thirties. No way you’re his sister.”
“Pathetic lies. I bet the only way you afford this place is by selling yourself.”
I did look older because of cancer.
But even if she mistook me for the mistress, I never threatened her like she claimed in the stream.
Turns out Amanda wasn’t the sweet woman I imagined.
I stared coldly at her.
“If you don’t believe me, call Michael and ask.”
“I don’t need advice from you. You just look like a cheap gold digger.”
“His sister has inherited the family fortune, becoming the richest woman in Seabrook.”
“You’re after their money!”
Then she noticed the ring on my finger.
“You’re married? And still chasing my man? You disgusting slut!”
“Ladies — trash this place!”
Amanda started smashing everything in sight.
Her bridesmaids joined in destroying my home.
“Come on, guys! Let’s give them what they want! Smash this disgusting place together!”
The live stream blew up. Likes doubled, comments flooded in, gifts poured out.
They destroyed everything: antique vases I won at auction broken to pieces, paintings slashed with knives, Hermès bags cut to shreds.
They were like a pack of wild animals.
My beautiful home was turned into a war zone.
I watched coldly,
“Everything you’re breaking is expensive. Hope you can afford to replace it.”
Amanda laughed,
“Stop pretending! He bought you all this with his money — which is mine! I can break my own things if I want to. Who do you think you are?”
I thought they’d stop once the destruction was done.
But they dragged me out.
“What are you doing? Let me go!”
I was still weak from chemo. I couldn’t fight back.
Amanda looked down at me, smug.
“Scared? The fun’s just starting. Today, you’ll learn what happens when you mess with my man.”
They threw me into the trunk of a car and sped off.
“Are you insane? What do you want?” I yelled from the trunk.
Amanda laughed. “Already scared? I just want you to be famous — on my wedding day.”
I almost laughed.
“Amanda, don’t make this worse. You’ll regret it.”
She and the others burst out laughing. The comments were full of “LOLs”.
“I’m serving justice! How could I possibly regret teaching a slut a lesson? Are you stupid?”
She couldn’t stop laughing.
Soon, we pulled up at the Four Seasons.
Amanda and her friends dragged me out and into the grand ballroom.
The hotel was decorated for a wedding. Photos of Amanda and Michael were everywhere.
The ballroom was filled with her family and friends.
When they saw me, their eyes turned sharp.
“Amanda, is this the mistress from the stream?” her mother, Brenda, looked me over with disgust.
“Yes, Mom, this is the b**ch!”
“She looks cheap. How dare she go after your man? Does she think she can marry into money just because she’s pretty?”
Brenda spat in my face, then gagged like I was garbage.
Her relatives joined in.
“Amanda, don’t let her get away with it. Teach her a lesson!”
“I hate two kinds of people: poor trash and home-wreckers. I can smell the poverty on her. It’s disgusting.”
They tore me apart like I was nothing.
Michael told me Amanda’s family wasn’t well off.
I’d said “Who cares about status? As long as she’s kind and you love each other.”
But judging by their behavior, they already acted like they were royalty.
“Have you seen yourselves? You have no class. What makes you think you’re better than anyone?”
They got angry.
“What do you know, you cheap mistress?”
“We may not look rich now, but we’re about to be related to the richest woman in Seabrook. With her backing, we’re set!”
“You should be grateful you’re even allowed to speak to us.”
“How dare you talk back, you slut!”
My mind was blown.
So they acted like this because of me.
Because Amanda was marrying my brother, they thought they could look down on everyone.
They already saw themselves as millionaires.
It was ridiculous.
I shook my head.
“If the richest woman in town knew what you were really like, she’d want nothing to do with you.”
Amanda glared. “You seduce my man and still talk back?”
She pointed her phone at me.
“Ladies — strip her. Let’s see what he sees in her.”
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