After I was Falsely Accused of Being A Mistress

On the morning of the wedding with Logan Dent, I had just flown back from abroad.

I arrived at the hotel straight from the airport, still in full makeup and wedding dress, with no time to rest.

Before the ceremony started, I tried to catch a quick nap in my room, but I was interrupted by a woman in a wedding dress who claimed to be Logan's wife.

Accompanied by her entourage, she barged into my room, hurling accusations that I was a home-wrecker and a threat to her happiness.

She shouted, "Look at how brazen mistresses have become these days, daring enough to show up in a wedding dress and disrupt my wedding!

"You shameless mistress, just watch how I deal with you!"

She rallied her group to destroy my belongings.

They shredded my hair and wedding dress, broke my arm, killed my dog, and even ruined the life-saving medicine I had painstakingly brought from abroad for my mother.

They stripped me bare and dragged me to the wedding venue, forcing me to apologize.

As the woman prepared to rip away my last shred of decency, Logan finally arrived.

I glared at him with eyes full of despair.

"I will make sure you pay a hundredfold for today's humiliation!"

***

My assistant arrived with my marriage gifts and my beloved dog, Happy. I touched up my makeup and held Happy close as I tried to rest, but the noise outside the door was incessant.

"These mistresses today are out of control, openly provoking the bride at her own wedding. I'm going to make sure Scarlett gets her revenge."

"Scarlett and Logan have known each other since childhood, and they finally reached this day. This cheap woman cannot ruin it."

"Yes, I've always despised mistresses who are driven by money. I'll make her cry for sure."

"Thank you, everyone, for supporting me. I promise you won't be left wanting after this."

Though I was against their violent approach, I couldn't help but feel that times had truly changed, with mistresses becoming so audacious.

However, I thought, "Ultimately, shouldn't they be seeking answers from the man involved?"

I had just turned thirty-five, seven years older than Logan, and ran a law firm.

Fortunately, our relationship had always been stable.

I had carefully evaluated him for three years before accepting his proposal.

During this time, not only did he take excellent care of me, but he also tended to my mother, who suffered from ALS.

He handled all our daily concerns, and my mother spoke highly of him.

In return, I opened an art studio in his name.

Whether it was profitable or not didn't matter as long as Logan didn't feel like a failure while taking care of us.

Besides the year-end bonus, I entrusted most of my earnings to him for management.

In the past year alone, he had handled at least three million dollars.

Half an hour ago, we had a video call.

Since my mother couldn't attend the wedding due to health reasons, he had returned to my home to address her "Mom", making her extremely happy.

I was grateful for such a good partner when a sudden, loud knocking interrupted my thoughts.

I thought it was someone from the wedding company.

When I opened the door, a mob of angry faces stormed in.

"Are you Jennifer Portman?"

"Yes, I'm Jennifer. Who are..."

Before I could finish, someone smashed a bottle over my head.

The cold liquor drenched me, and a sharp pain followed.

Blood trickled down, mixed with the alcohol.

I felt dizzy, my head buzzing.

I let out a scream, clutching the door handle desperately to keep from collapsing.

Rage surged through me. I wiped my eyes, only to find my hands smeared with blood.

I looked up in shock, only to receive another brutal slap to the face.

The woman standing in front of me, gripping a broken bottle, was wearing the exact same wedding dress as I was.

Her eyes were wide with fury, her face twisted in a snarl as if she wanted to devour me whole.

Her voice was sharp and filled with venom.

"You shameless, old hag! Thinking you can seduce my husband with your desperate antics!

"Today, I, Scarlett, will make you regret ever trying to steal my man!"