Chapterr 1At our wedding, Rhys's first love stared at my wrist tattoo. Smirked.
"I saw you at a strip club last month."
Dead silence.
Her brother—Rhys's best friend—shot up.
"Yeah. That WAS you."
"Tits out. Grinding on guys for cash."
"I paid to fuck you that night. Remember? Tight as hell."
Rhys's face went dark instantly.
"Isla. Explain. NOW. You swore you were a fucking virgin."
Last life? I cried. Denied. Begged.
But they deepfaked a sex tape of me.
Post it online—made me a whore everywhere.
I couldn't take it. Killed myself.
This life? I looked at that smug bitch. At her bastard brother.
Smiled. Ice cold.
"Yeah. I went to a club."
...
Sienna heard me admit it. Her smirk got even nastier.
"Isla, you should've just come clean from the start."
"Had to put on this virgin act in a wedding dress?"
"Exhausting, right?"
Rhys' dad Victor shot up, pointing furiously at my parents.
"Look at what you raised!"
"The Reed family doesn't marry slut like this!"
Guests started whispering.
"Asher's Rhys's best friend. He wouldn't lie about this."
"The bride already admitted it. What else is there to say?"
"How could Rhys marry someone like her?"
My mom's face went red with rage.
She grabbed something nearby, ready to throw it at Asher.
"Shut up! You don't get to slander my daughter!"
I grabbed her hand.
"Mom, don't."
Her eyes instantly filled with tears.
"Isla, he's destroying you and you're telling me to stay calm?"
I squeezed her shaking hand, but kept my eyes on Asher.
The more details he gives, the easier he'll slip up.
I looked up straight at Asher.
"Asher Lennox, what day did you see me at the club?"
"Which room?"
"You said you slept with me. How much did I charge you?"
Asher narrowed his eyes.
"What? Can't remember which night you fucked me?"
"Been with too many guys to keep track?"
I smiled.
"You're the one claiming we slept together."
"I just want to hear the details."
Every guest in the room stared at him.
He grinned, cocky as hell.
"Last month. Seventeenth. Eleven thirty PM."
"You wore a black dress. Same tattoo on your wrist."
"Three grand for drinks. Twenty thousand for the night."
Rhys's mom Vanessa clutched her chest, voice shrill.
"Isla! How DARE you!"
My dad roared.
"You believe everything he says? Where's the proof?"
Asher looked like he'd been waiting for that.
"Mr. Winters, relax."
He pulled out his phone, opened a photo, held it up for everyone to see.
In the photo, a woman sat on a club couch, leaning into Asher while he poured her a drink.
The lighting was dim. Couldn't see her face clearly.
But her wrist had a tattoo.
The guests exploded.
"That's her!"
"Rhys, what are you waiting for? Cut ties with this woman!"
Rhys stood next to me. His fingers slowly clenched into fists.
I saw the shock flash in his eyes.
Vanessa stormed over, pointing at my face.
"Isla, do you have ANY shame? You actually sold yourself?"
"Did you think Rhys was easy to fool?"
"Did you think the Reed family wouldn't find out?"
Victor added coldly.
"Call off the wedding. Call the police."
"Whatever. This ends today."
"Fine. Let's call the police."
I picked up my phone and dialed 911.
"Hello, someone at my wedding is publicly accusing me of hooker."
"I need an officer to collect evidence."
Asher caught on. Laughed.
"Isla, you already admitted it."
"Why are you calling the cops and playing victim?"
He scrolled through his phone.
"Here. Look at this."
The instant I saw that video, my face went pale.
Chapterr 2
Asher turned his phone toward the crowd.
In the video, a dimly lit hallway.
A woman whose profile looked like mine was being helped out of a VIP room.
Once inside the hotel room, the man started pulling off her clothes.
Mom screamed and collapsed backward.
Dad caught her, eyes bloodshot.
"You sick bastard! How dare you use this to trash my daughter!"
I grabbed his arm hard.
"Dad, don't touch him."
But the Reed family had already decided it was undeniable proof.
"What's there to argue about?"
"Rhys, if you still marry her, you'll be the laughingstock of the entire Manhattan!"
Vanessa suddenly charged over and slapped me across the face.
The ballroom fell silent.
Her voice cracked with rage.
"Bad enough you're a slut, but you dragged my son down with you!"
My face whipped to the side. I tasted blood instantly.
Rhys grabbed her wrist and pulled me behind him.
"Mom, don't touch her!"
Vanessa stared at him in disbelief.
"Are you insane? The video's right there!"
"And you're still protecting her?"
Rhys's voice came out hoarse.
"Until we confirm it, no one touches her."
"Confirm?"
Vanessa laughed bitterly.
"She already admitted she went to the club."
"Asher laid it all out. Photos, videos, everything."
"And you're telling me it's not confirmed?"
Victor spoke up, voice cold.
"Rhys, this wedding is off."
"The Reed family can't afford this kind of humiliation."
Guests started piling on.
"What's there to explain? That's clearly her."
"Her parents are good actors. Playing the respectable family card."
"If I were Rhys, I'd kick her out right now."
Mom cried.
"My daughter would never do this! You can't bully us like this!"
I wiped the blood from my lip.
"Mr. Reed, Asher's the one who showed the video."
"Asher's the one causing the scene."
"And you're only yelling at ME?"
Victor froze, face darkening even more.
Ten minutes later, the cops arrived.
Officer Hayes led the team, two officers behind her.
She scanned the chaotic scene, then glanced at the video on Asher's phone.
Her expression hardened instantly.
"Who called?"
I raised my hand.
Asher jumped in.
"Officer, she already admitted she worked at the club."
"I just showed the proof so my buddy wouldn't get scammed into marrying her."
Officer Hayes turned to him.
"Who gave you the video?"
"Someone sent it to me."
"Who specifically?"
Asher hesitated.
"Some promoter at the club. Goes by Kyle."
"Full name?"
Asher paused again.
"I don't really know him. No idea."
I laughed coldly.
"Someone you barely know sends you this kind of video, and you show it at a wedding?"
Officer Hayes held out her hand.
"Hand over the phone."
Asher's face went dark.
"This is my personal phone. You can't just take it."
Officer Hayes's voice went ice cold.
"You just publicly displayed explicit content."
"We're collecting evidence. That's the law."
Asher tried to argue.
"I didn't distribute it. I only showed people here."
I cut in.
"Over a hundred people here."
"At least a dozen phones recording."
"And you're saying you didn't distribute it?"
Asher's thumb darted toward the screen, clearly trying to delete something.
Before he could, an officer grabbed his wrist.
"Don't touch the phone!"
Asher forced a laugh.
"Go ahead. Check it. She'll look even worse."
His phone suddenly lit up.
A cloud notification popped up at the top.
"Auto-sync complete."
The folder name below made my blood run cold.
Chapterr 3
"Wedding Gift."
Officer Hayes saw it too.
She looked at Asher.
"What's in that folder?"
Asher forced a stiff smile. "Nothing."
The wedding was shut down.
Police sealed the projection equipment, all raw photo and video files, and security footage.
But the video was already out there.
They didn't post the full clip of Asher saying "I slept with her."
Didn't post the part where I called the cops.
Just posted my line:
"Yeah. I went to that club."
The headlines got nastier by the minute.
"Bride Exposed as Club Girl by Groomsman at Her Own Wedding."
"Wedding Turns Into Cheating Bust."
"Groomsman: I Slept With Her."
The comments were even worse.
"Poor groom. Got tricked by a slut like that."
"Her parents sitting at the main table—aren't they embarrassed?"
"She still had the nerve to have a wedding. That's some thick skin."
I screenshotted every single one.
Sent them to my lawyer, Sloane.
Late that night, a crowd gathered outside our apartment building.
Strangers holding up phones, livestreaming.
"Isla's parents live here!"
"Come out and tell us if you taught your daughter to be a hooker!"
Mom was shaking, crying.
Dad stood up, ready to go outside and confront them.
"I'll fight every last one of them!"
NO WAY.
Last life, he got pushed down the stairs tonight by this mob.
I have to stop him this time.
I shot up from the couch.
"Dad, don't go out there!"
"If they see you, they'll just get more excited."
"They WANT you to yell so they can twist your words."
My mom sat on the couch clutching her chest, face ghostly pale.
I immediately called building security and the police.
Then told Sloane to start collecting evidence for the first round of legal filings.
The next morning at ten, Officer Hayes called us to the station.
Asher and Sienna was there too.
Sienna smirked.
"Isla, did you see the trending topics last night?"
"Doesn't matter how much you explain now."
"Your reputation's toast."
Rhys's face darkened.
"Sienna, shut up."
Asher sneered.
"Bro, my sister's helping you dodge a bullet."
"And you're mad at her?"
I ignored him. Looked straight at Officer Hayes.
"I want to review the original club security footage."
"And I want it livestreamed."
Officer Hayes nodded.
Sienna's smirk vanished instantly.
That afternoon, we went to the club to pull the footage.
The livestream started. Viewer count shot up immediately.
Comments flooded in.
"She's really livestreaming this? Bold."
"Stop trying to spin it. The video's crystal clear."
The club manager looked miserable as he led us into the surveillance room.
The screen lit up.
Asher and a few guys entered the club.
A moment later, a woman in a black dress appeared at the end of the hallway, being led toward a VIP room.
Her head was down. Hair covering her face.
A flash of her wrist—there was a tattoo.
The livestream exploded.
"That's HER!"
"Same wrist tattoo. She's still gonna deny it?"
Vanessa stood nearby, face pale, voice trembling.
"Isla, it's not too late to tell the truth."
Sienna perked up.
"See?"
"That's HER going in."
Officer Hayes looked at the tech.
"Keep going."
12:51 AM. The private room door opened.
Asher helped the woman out.
Her steps were unsteady. She was practically leaning all her weight on him.
The hallway camera still didn't catch her face.
Asher jumped in immediately.
"Still not clear enough?"
"Next part's gonna show her sleeping with me."
Vanessa suddenly whipped around and yelled at my parents.
"How long are you going to keep lying?"
"You're dragging the Reed family down with you!"
My dad shouted back.
"The footage doesn't show her face."
"How can you convict her?"
Asher laughed coldly.
"Mr. Winters, stop pretending."
"You really don't know what your own daughter's like?"
Officer Hayes remained calm.
"Hold on. There's footage from another angle."
The livestream viewer count doubled instantly.
Vanessa stared at the screen, waiting for the final nail in the coffin.
Asher suddenly looked down and rubbed his nose.
I saw his throat bob.
A few seconds later, the screen switched to the back door camera.
Asher was helping the woman toward the exit.
But when her face appeared on the screen, all the color drained from Asher's face.
