My Wedding Scandal: Falsely Accused of Being a Mistress

I got beaten up by a woman, Lily Jones, during my wedding livestream with a male celebrity, Lucas Johnson.

"You slut, a homewrecker! You got pregnant by someone else and now want Lucas to take responsibility? No way!"

Lucas walked innocently toward the camera.

"Bigamy is illegal, but she threatened me with her life. I had no choice."

He kissed Lily's hand, who hit me with a gentle expression.

"This is my legal wife."

Lucas became a top celebrity by feeding on public sympathy, while I became the hated homewrecker.

"Sure. I'm done pretending.

Top celebrity, huh? Get ready to be taken down by me."

1

In the luxurious and lively hall, dozens of cameras streamed the event live from all angles.

Wearing a white wedding dress, I walked joyfully toward Lucas in the center of the stage.

Lucas's black custom suit perfectly highlighted his tall, lean figure.

He rarely smiled, but just standing there was enough to draw everyone's attention.

I took the bouquet of roses Lucas handed me as the officiant began the speech.

As I was about to say, "I do," the doors were suddenly pushed open.

Lily stormed in angrily. Before I could react, she pushed me to the ground.

"Ugh! You slut! Homewrecker!"

Wearing a 1 pound heavy wedding dress, Lily straddled me and hit me, making it impossible for me to fight back.

"Lucas is my husband. Are you that desperate for a man? How shameless!"

The guests gasped and whispered among themselves.

The cameras, initially for the livestream, turned their focus on us.

The sudden chaos left me at a loss.

"Lucas is my boyfriend.

How could he be married?"

Lily kept hitting me with all her strength.

My cheeks burned with pain and I cried out, but no one stepped in to stop her.

"Ugh! How dare you destroy my marriage. I'll beat you to death today!"

My head spun from the beating.

"Is she some kind of warrior? How is she this strong?"

2

Some guests who enjoyed the spectacle even shoved their phones in my face to record.

I felt a bit panicked.

If my parents found out their precious daughter was being bullied like this, they'd definitely take this crazy woman down.

With all my strength, I lifted the bouquet and smashed it on the back of her head.

While she recoiled in pain, I quickly got up, steadying my dizzy head.

"You bitch! How dare you hit me?"

Lily spat and came toward me.

I grabbed the cameraman's tripod. I dismantled it and aimed the metal rod at her.

"Which mental hospital did you escape from? Why are you ruining my wedding?"

I pressed my swollen cheek with my tongue.

Lily stopped in her tracks, allowing me to look at her.

She had an oval face, shoulder-length short hair, and a youthful look. She was probably in her early twenties.

But her shrewish behavior was completely at odds with her appearance.

Seeing the wariness in my eyes, Lily suddenly smiled.

"How dare you speak up. If you're bold enough to marry Lucas, why didn't you check what I look like first?"

I was stunned and turned my gaze to Lucas, who had been standing still since the attack began.

He stared at me without blinking.

I asked uncertainly, "Lucas, do you know her?"