I Was Reborn at My Wedding to Expose Her

When I opened my eyes, I was back at my wedding. My maid of honor stood on stage, mic in hand, wearing a sly smirk. I'm so happy for her, she announced, though just last month, she was in the OB/GYN clinic VIP ward. I honestly thought she would never marry.

The hall erupted in whispers. Everyone stared at me. She covered her mouth, pretending innocence. "Oh, I am just joking. Do not read into it."

In my past life, those words destroyed me. I had tried to explain it was only cyst removal, but she laughed it off. "Sure, and that needed a mans signature? Just a joke. Do not be so sensitive." My furious fiance then called off the wedding, and I later took my own life.

Now, I took a deep breath, squeezed my already angry fiances arm, picked up a mic, and held it toward her lips. "Do not stop," I said softly. "Go on."

I wanted to see if her jokes could save her once I revealed the truth and let everyone see her malice.

The microphone was thrust right up to Lynn's lips. She probably hadn't expected me, usually so gentle and timid, to confront her head-on in front of hundreds of wedding guests.

She recoiled, her neck pulling back, putting on a show of being a startled, fragile little thing. "Oh, Aubrey, what are you doing? You scared the living daylights out of me, shouting like that!"

"I already told you, I'm just a straight shooter, no filter, just love a good laugh!"

"It's a happy day, why are you taking it so seriously?"

I clutched the microphone, unyielding. "If it's a joke, let's see it through." My voice cut through the air, cold and hard, hitting every guest's ears. "Share everything you saw and heard at the OB/GYN clinic, word for word. Let's give everyone a good chuckle."

A flicker of wild glee sparked in Lynn's eyes; she thought I was bluffing. "Aubrey, don't push me, everyone's watching."

"I really didn't mean to bring up that old guy with the big belly." She suddenly raised her voice, clearly wanting everyone to hear. "I swear! I absolutely did not see that old man not only pay your surgery fees but also sign on the family member line!"

After she finished, she clapped her hand over her mouth again, eyes wide, feigning extreme regret. "Oops, oops, oops! My big mouth."

"Joey, Mrs. Davies, please don't believe it. That old man was definitely Aubrey's distant relative, please don't jump to conclusions!"

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence. Three seconds later, the reception hall, filled with hundreds of people, erupted. The buzzing noise threatened to lift the roof off.

"Do we even need to guess? She obviously messed around behind her fianc's back, got pregnant, and went for an abortion."

"She looked so pure and innocent, but turns out she's trash. The Davies family's reputation is completely ruined."

Joey, my fianc, whom I'd just pushed away, now charged forward like a raging lion. "Aubrey, what the hell is going on?!" His eyes were bloodshot, fixed on me.

At the head table, Mrs. Davies, always so poised, instantly turned crimson with rage. "Smack!" She slammed her hand down on the marble table, making wine glasses topple. "Aubrey! Our Davies family comes from a respectable background; we will never marry a shameless hussy!"

"If you don't explain yourself today, this wedding is off!"

I watched their frantic antics, not a hint of panic in me. I turned to the furious Joey and asked, my voice utterly calm, "Joey, she, Lynn, just opened her mouth, said a few 'jokes,' and you believe her?"

Watching Lynn's gloating expression, I scoffed internally. The quicker he believes her now, the harder he'll try to throttle her later. Joey froze, a flicker of struggle in his eyes.

But just then, Lynn suddenly clapped her thigh and burst into unrestrained laughter. "Oh, Aubrey, you're really good at twisting things around! If you haven't done anything wrong, why are you forcing Joey to take a stance?"

Lynn, in her heels, strutted over to me, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Do you dare say you didn't go to the OB/GYN clinic on the fifteenth of last month for surgery? If you swear you didn't go, I, Lynn, will kowtow to you right here and now."

The gaze of everyone in the room felt like countless knives, all aimed at me. The last trace of struggle in Joey's eyes vanished, replaced by extreme anger and humiliation.

"Aubrey, answer Lynn's question!" Joey pointed at my nose, his voice trembling. "On the fifteenth of last month, did you or did you not go to the VIP section of the City General Hospital's OB/GYN department?!"

I looked at him, my voice as calm as still water. "I did."

The entire hall erupted again. My parents, down below, were frantic. My mother, eyes red, tried to rush forward but was held back by several malicious relatives. "Aubrey went for an ovarian cyst removal, it's not what you're thinking!" My mother cried out in despair.

Hearing that, Lynn laughed even more wildly. She clutched her stomach, shaking with laughter, tears almost streaming down her face. "Right, right, Mrs. Davies is right, it was for an ovarian cyst removal." She turned to the guests, her face innocent yet triumphant. "But Mrs. Davies, does removing a cyst require an irrelevant old man's signature? I get it, I get it!"

Mrs. Davies rushed forward like a madwoman. "You shameless hussy, you still have the nerve to bring up an ovarian cyst!" She pointed at me, screaming profanities. "Do you really think our Davies family takes in trash?!"

Joey completely lost it. He ripped off the groom's boutonnire from his chest and violently flung it at my face. "Aubrey, you always acted so pure, but behind my back, you were messing around with an old man! You've disappointed me so much!"

I stared coldly at the boutonnire on the ground, my last shred of hope gone. Go ahead and believe her lies, the real show is yet to come.

"The evidence is clear! You even admitted you went to the OB/GYN, what more do you have to say?!"

"I, Joey Davies, would rather stay single my whole life than marry a hussy like you!"

"Fine." I spat out the word decisively and pulled off my veil. "Since your Davies family values these 'jokes' so much, then this wedding, I'm calling it off."

Mrs. Davies immediately put her hands on her hips. "Then it's off! Return the five hundred thousand dollars dowry to me, exactly as it was given! And the cost of today's banquet!"

I didn't even blink. I pulled out my phone, opened my banking app, and right in front of everyone, transferred the five hundred thousand dollars back to Joey's account. "The money's returned. From now on, you go your way, I'll go mine." I turned to leave the stage.

But Lynn grabbed my arm, yelling loudly, "Aubrey, how can you just leave like that? If you walk away now, it's like admitting guilt, isn't it?" She suddenly turned to another bridesmaid. "Mia! You were interning at the City General Hospital last month. Tell everyone, did you see it too?!"

Looking for a witness, huh? I wanted to see how this rock she brought to crush me would end up crushing her own foot. Mia, suddenly called out, was startled. She was Joey's distant cousin, interning as a nurse at the City General. Lynn dragged her out of the crowd and pushed her to the microphone.

"Mia, you're always the most honest one. Tell your cousin the truth!" Lynn's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Did you personally see Aubrey, wearing her khaki trench coat, hat, and mask, being escorted into the VIP operating room by a fat man that day?"

Mia stammered, her gaze flickering. Hundreds of people stared intently at her. "I... I was indeed on duty at the reception desk that day" Mia swallowed hard, not daring to meet my eyes. "I did see someone whose build was very similar to Aubrey's with a very fat man beside her"

This statement, undoubtedly, hammered the final nail into my coffin. The entire hall completely exploded.

"The bridesmaid really wasn't lying! She might have a loose tongue, but she was telling the truth!"

"The bride has some nerve, why doesn't she just scram?!"

Mrs. Davies, trembling with rage, pointed at me. "What do you have to say now? Even our Mia saw it, you harlot!"

Joey, shaking with fury, lunged forward, raising his hand to slap me, but ultimately brought it down with a vicious snarl. "Aubrey, I must have been blind to ever fall for you!"

Lynn's lips were practically stretched to her ears with glee. She let out a fake sigh and patted Joey's shoulder. "Joey, don't be too sad. I'm just a straightforward person; if I hadn't risked offending everyone to say this today, you would have worn that cuckold's hat for life." She turned to me, her eyes full of mockery. "Aubrey, out of all the men you could have chosen, why go for an old, pot-bellied guy? What were you after? His age? His hygiene?"

Lynn crossed her arms, deliberately clearing her throat. "Mia, what did you tell me back then? Didn't that woman smell of that limited-edition perfume Joey bought from abroad last month?" Mia flinched, startled, and nodded frantically. "Yes it was that scent. That perfume is very distinctive, I couldn't have mistaken it."

Lynn slapped her thigh, shaking with laughter. "Hear that! Even the perfume scent is identical. Aubrey, you can't say that's a coincidence, can you?"

I quietly watched Lynn in her moment of triumph. The richer the fabricated details, the harder the slap back would be. I didn't refute her; I simply smiled faintly. "The perfume scent is indeed excellent evidence. But Lynn, is that all you have?"

Lynn's eyes darted around, and to everyone's stunned surprise, she snatched up my bridal clutch. "I really didn't want to be this cruel, but your audacity is just too much!" She turned around, holding the clutch high. "Don't blame me for being nosy, everyone. I just have clumsy hands; when I was helping Aubrey put away the red envelopes earlier, I accidentally felt something hard!" She yanked open the zipper, turned the bag upside down, and shook it vigorously.

"Clatter!"

Lipstick, cushion compact, and tissues scattered everywhere. Along with them fell an unopened box of pills and a crumpled ultrasound report! And even, a five-star hotel room key card!

Lynn quickly picked up the ultrasound report, holding it high. "Everyone, look! Early intrauterine pregnancy, seven weeks!" She then kicked the box of pills, her voice sharp and piercing, echoing through the hall. "Mifepristone tablets! These are legitimate abortion pills!" She clapped a hand over her mouth, feigning heartache. "Aubrey, you call this an ovarian cyst? This cyst seems to have grown arms and legs!"

"Oh no, I spoke out of turn again! Everyone, please don't believe it. Maybe Aubrey found this pregnancy report on the road, and these pills were bought to feed stray dogs. Just a joke, don't take it seriously, okay!"

The entire hall completely lost control, the uproar of angry shouts threatening to tear the roof off.

"Disgusting! With ironclad evidence, she still dares to stand there!"

"This is an utter disgrace to the Davies family!"

Mrs. Davies's eyes rolled back; she fainted backward, caught by frantic hands. "Kill her, Joey, beat this vile hussy to death!" Mrs. Davies shrieked hysterically.

Joey's eyes were bloodshot, fixated on the abortion pills and room key card on the floor. He was trembling violently. "Aubrey, you still dare to say you didn't go? You even carry abortion pills with you!"

"You slut, ridden by a thousand men!"

Joey suddenly grabbed a heavy red wine bottle from the table and, like a madman, charged at me. "Go to hell!"

My eyes flashed cold, and I swiftly dodged. With a loud "thud," the wine bottle smashed heavily on the steps, glass shards flying everywhere. Lynn stood to the side, watching the scene spiral out of control, a barely concealed look of wild glee playing on her lips. Smash away, make a scene. Lynn, the heavier the hammer you drop now, the more satisfying it will be when I crush you into a pulp later.

Lynn let out a fake scream and rushed to embrace Joey's arm. "Joey, don't be impulsive. It's not worth killing someone over a woman like this." She turned her head, her eyes full of triumph as she looked at me. "Aubrey, after all this, why are you still holding out?"

"You made a mistake, you should admit it! If you kowtow three times to Joey and Mrs. Davies in front of everyone today, maybe they'll soften and forgive you."

"I'm helping you get a lighter sentence!"

The surrounding guests pointed at me, cursing profusely. "This woman is too cunning. If the maid of honor wasn't so straightforward, this cuckold's hat would have been firmly on!"

I slowly walked forward. Ignoring Joey's murderous gaze and the curses from the crowd. I walked up to Lynn and looked down at the abortion pills and room key card on the ground. "Lynn, you just said that these things fell out of my bridal clutch?"

"Of course!" Lynn lifted her chin without hesitation, shamelessly. "Hundreds of eyes saw it! Did I put them in there myself? I don't have that kind of time!"

"Are you sure?" I stared into her eyes, my voice chillingly cold.

"I swear on my honor, they absolutely fell out of your bag." Lynn patted her chest confidently.

"Good, very good." I nodded, a chillingly cold smile playing on my lips. "Since you've sworn on your honor." I raised my hand and snatched the spare microphone from the hand of the already terrified emcee. "Then I'll just, coincidentally, invite everyone to see something even more interesting."

Lynn's smile stiffened slightly. "What what do you mean? Don't try to be so mysterious!"

I ignored her. I took out my phone and, in front of everyone, dialed a number. Lynn tried to maintain her composure, yelling loudly, "What new trick are you playing now? Do you think finding some random extra will clean up the ironclad evidence of your pregnancy and abortion?!"

I sneered. "I don't need to clean it up. Since you've set the stage, I might as well perform with you."

The moment my words fell. "Bang!" The heavy banquet hall doors were kicked open from the outside. The cursing abruptly ceased. Hundreds of people in the hall gasped simultaneously. And the wild grin on Lynn's face, which she hadn't managed to wipe away, froze into a deathly pale mask the moment she saw who was at the door.