The Day We Got Our Marriage License, His Childhood Friend Claimed I’d Been Sleeping Around for Years

My boyfriend, Sam Gibson, had a childhood best friend named Tina Lincoln. She was a star medical student.

On the day Sam and I were supposed to get our marriage license, Tina took one look at the tight top I was wearing and flat-out claimed I had been sleeping around for years.

She pointed at my chest with obvious disgust. “If men hadn’t been all over you, there’s no way your breasts would be this big.”

Sam believed her completely. He started cursing at me, calling me a slut who had sleep with anyone, and refused to go through with the marriage license.

I tried over and over to explain, but Tina just sneered at me.

“People may be more open-minded these days, but that doesn’t mean you can sell your body and make your chest that big.”

She used me as some kind of “example,” started a livestream to lecture people online, and exposed all my personal information.

After that, strangers kept sending me disgusting, harassing messages, asking how much I charged for a night.

Some even followed me and tried to force themselves on me.

I begged her to clear things up for me, but she just shrugged and said, “If you never did that kind of thing, why would people be asking you?”

In the end, I was assaulted and killed.

And she went on to become a nationally famous influencer doctor, gaining fame and money at the same time.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was supposed to get my marriage license with Sam.

“Sam, I had no idea you were so into fondling boobs. Just look at what you’ve done to Xena.”

Hearing Tina Lincoln joke with Sam Gibson in that half-teasing tone, I dug my nails into my palms until tiny beads of blood rose to the surface.

In my last life, I had deliberately worn a fitted top because I wanted to look my best in the photo we were taking at the courthouse and have no regrets.

Instead, Tina not only hinted that Sam was being cheated on and tried to talk him out of marrying me, she also loudly declared that I must have been sexually active for years.

Flustered, I tried to explain in a low voice that I was naturally built this way, but Tina dismissed me like I was completely ridiculous.

She pointed at my chest and said with complete certainty, “If men hadn’t been all over you, there’s no way they’d be this big.”

She even puffed out her own chest a little and smugly acted like her figure was what “clean” was supposed to look like.

Sam believed every word she said. He not only called me a slut who had sleep with anyone, he kept shaming me and refused to go through with the marriage license.

“No wonder I always thought your chest looked way too big. So you really have been with a lot of men.”

I tried everything I could to explain, but Tina only got more sarcastic.

“People may be more open-minded these days, Xena, but that doesn’t mean you can sell your body and let men mess you up like this.”

She even used me as an example and started livestreaming, lecturing people online about what kind of woman counted as “clean.”

She posted my private photos online for strangers to gawk at, and she exposed all of my personal information along with them.

After that, I started getting harassing texts asking how much I charged for a night. Some men even sent photos of their private parts and asked whether they were big enough.

When I walked down the street, men followed me and tried to force themselves on me.

I fought back as hard as I could, but they slapped me across the face again and again, cursing me out and saying that if I was already a whore, I shouldn’t pretend to be pure.

I was driven into a corner with nowhere left to turn, so I begged Tina to tell the truth and clear my name.

She just said indifferently, “If you never did that kind of thing, why would people be asking you about it?”