Chapter 3

The relatives started discussing loudly.

"My God, the person in these photos really is Harper."

"Young women these days have no self-respect. Her family situation isn't even bad—how could she do this kind of work? What a waste."

"Maybe it's a personal hobby. Poor Liam, kept in the dark for so long."

I didn't hear a word they said.

My mind kept replaying those photos, my body trembling uncontrollably.

What were those photos about?

Why were there photos of things I never did? Were they composites?

As soon as the thought occurred to me, I blurted it out.

"These photos must be composites! They're fake!"

Ethan sneered and handed the phone to Liam.

"Whether they're composites or not, let Liam check and we'll know."

Liam was a photographer—he had the most authority on whether photos were real or fake.

If he said they weren't composites, then they definitely weren't.

Everyone's eyes focused on Liam, including mine.

Liam took the phone with a dark expression, examining each photo carefully.

His frown deepened, his expression growing worse and worse.

Finally, Liam finished looking at all the photos.

He violently threw the phone on the floor and roared at me in fury.

"These photos aren't composites at all! They're all real!"

I stared at him wide-eyed, my mind going blank.

How was that possible? The photos were real?

But I had no memory of this whatsoever.

Had I lost my memory?

Or had something happened that I didn't know about?

When Mrs. Hayes heard Liam say the photos were real, she couldn't hold back anymore. She pushed aside the relatives next to her and rushed up to me.

Before I could react, a slap landed across my face.

"Smack!"

The blow turned my head to the side, immediately leaving a handprint on my face.

"A slut like you dared to ask our family for $180,000 in bride price? You probably don't even know how many men you've slept with! You've truly defiled our family's doorstep!"

The surrounding relatives also looked at me with disgust.

At this moment, not a single person believed me.

But I couldn't just accept this. I couldn't let my reputation be destroyed like this.

I took a deep breath and pulled out my phone to call the police.

Just as I was about to press the dial button, Liam suddenly rushed over and snatched my phone away.

"Enough! Harper, haven't you embarrassed yourself enough?"

"I really misjudged you. Now take your things and get out of my house! Our engagement is canceled!"

I stared at Liam in a daze, unable to believe my ears.

He was breaking up with me?

Just because of a few inexplicable photos, he was negating our entire relationship and canceling our engagement?

Ethan walked over and patted Liam's shoulder.

"Brother, don't waste words on this kind of woman. I really didn't expect you to find a masseuse for a wife. We've been brothers since childhood—I can't just watch you get deceived."

He was still fanning the flames! Distorting the truth!

I trembled with anger, pointing at Ethan to curse him.

Ethan suddenly looked at me, his lips curling into a sleazy smile.

"That little mole on your waist—I still remember it vividly."

This sentence froze me in place, my whole body turning cold.

The mole on my waist?

That was an extremely private mark on my body. Only my parents and Liam knew about it.

How did Ethan know?

When Mrs. Hayes heard Ethan's words, the fire in her eyes burned even brighter.

She lunged at me, reaching to lift my shirt.

"You shameless woman! Today I'm going to see for myself whether you have that mole on your waist or not!"