His Best Friend Slandered Me

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I attended my boyfriend's company party, where his female friend Sienna leaned against him with a mocking smile.

Andrea, I heard your mom was a homewrecker who slept her way up, and you've been someone's mistress since you turned eighteen. You only recently latched onto Asher.

Although this is our first meeting, I'm quite familiar with your plastic surgeon.

Then, as if she'd accidentally said something wrong, she covered her mouth playfully while looking at Asher.

"Oops, I forgot that homewreckers who get plastic surgery to climb the social ladder don't like being reminded of their past. Asher, please don't blame me."

Asher's smile froze on his face. Just seconds ago, he'd been bragging to his colleagues about my beauty and background.

I looked up at his female friend, finding her increasingly familiar.

Wasn't this the plastic surgery influencer who'd been dumped by dozens of sugar daddies, with every relationship ending in disaster?

I'd even handled the lawsuit when one of her sugar daddies sent her to the hospital.

I wondered if those sugar daddies' wives would be thrilled to know she was here.

Out of professional habit, I quietly turned on my voice recorder.

After all, for someone like me, everything requires evidence.

The moment Sienna finished speaking, the envious glances that had been directed at Asher immediately turned strange.

A colleague tried to defuse the situation with an awkward laugh.

"You must have her confused with someone else. Miss Andrea is an heiressshe wouldn't need to be anyone's mistress."

Sienna didn't deny it. She just let out a deep sigh.

"Well, I suppose her mother had foresightwilling to be some rich man's mistress for money."

"But I wouldn't want to be that kind of heiress."

I was secretly alarmed.

She really dared to say that. If my doting father found out, she probably wouldn't be able to stay anywhere in America.

Seeing my expression change, Sienna shrank further into Asher's embrace.

"Asher, did I say something wrong? It's my fault for not being as calculating as those womenI just say whatever's on my mind."

I suppressed the urge to slap her.

After all, one slap would mean five to ten days of detention.

While distracted, the wine glass in my hand tilted, and the red wine accidentally splashed onto Sienna's white dress.

She shrieked, her face full of grievance.

"Andrea, why are you so humiliated and angry just because I told a few truths?"

"The ability to disguise yourself so perfectly is quite a skillI'm envious, really."

Asher's expression instantly turned cold. He picked up a wet napkin from the table and carefully wiped Sienna's dress.

He glared at me.

"Sienna's always been straightforward and can't beat around the bush. What's wrong with you!"

"Apologize to Sienna right now!"

I laughed bitterly.

Sienna slandered and defamed me, and he watched coldly.

But now that I'd accidentally stained Sienna's dress, he was furious.

Sienna's eyes reddened as she pressed against Asher.

"It's okay, Asher. Maybe I did mistake her for someone else and was just joking."

I looked at her with a cold tone.

"Words require evidence. I don't have a sense of humor and can't understand jokes."

This statement was also reminding Asher not to believe things without evidence.

Asher indeed seemed slightly stunned, slowly withdrawing the hand that had been wiping Sienna's dress.

Sienna's body stiffened, and she looked pitiful.

"I'm sorry, Andrea. This is all what your plastic surgeon told meI really didn't verify it."

I propped my chin on my hand and looked at her.

"Which plastic surgery hospital? Which doctor?"

Whatever she dared to say would become evidence.

I thought she'd be stuck, but unexpectedly, her tone suddenly became earnest.

"Andrea, even if you haven't had plastic surgery, you're not that ugly. You really don't need to go for touch-ups a dozen times every month."

The surrounding colleagues showed expressions of disdain.

The female colleague sitting next to Sienna laughed mockingly.

"This world really belongs to plastic surgery girls. Get some work done, spread your legs, and you can get rich."

"Not like me and Siennawe're all natural and just want to marry for love."

Asher cared most about face.

He'd brought me to the company party to show off.

Who would have thought he'd face this kind of humiliation? He glumly drank an entire glass of wine.

I looked at that female colleague, my eyes turning to ice.

"My monthly income is $200,000. Asher makes $30,000. And you're saying I'm a gold digger?"

The guy with glasses across from us laughed mockingly.

"$200,000 a month? Andrea, that's quite a special profession."

"Our Asher is so blessed. Other people spend money on relationships, but when he dates, a bunch of sugar daddies crowdfund it for him... Haha..."

"Shut up!"

Asher suddenly punched the guy with glasses, shattering his frames.

I felt no satisfaction, because I knew he wasn't defending mejust his wounded pride.

The guy with glasses was about to fight back when the host on stage happened to call our table.

"Next gamewe invite the colleagues from table five!"

Everyone in the company turned to look at us.

The guy with glasses had to lower his fist, temporarily swallowing his anger.

The game rules were simple: share one thing from work that moved you.

Whoever told the best story could choose a prize.

The first few people mentioned things like the boss buying coffee or a client's words of recognition.

When it was Sienna's turn, she glanced at me sideways with a provocative smile.

"Last month, I got drunk at a business dinner and called Asher in the middle of the night."

"He rushed back from a business trip and took care of me all night..."

"I only found out later that his girlfriend was also looking for him that night."

Applause erupted below.

"Asher really values friendship."

"He's reliable when it counts!"

Among the applause, my entire body went rigid, as if plunged into an ice cave.

That night in the early morning, I'd been in a car accident.

My phone was smashed to pieces, and the only number I could remember was Asher's.

But he just said flatly that he was on a business trip, then became completely unreachable.

I nearly died that night.

Afterward, Asher knelt by my hospital bed, slapping himself hard.

"Andrea, I just want to marry you so badly that I've been working like crazy. I really didn't know it was so serious."

I looked at Asher. He avoided my gaze, his profile tense.

For this game, the host announced Sienna as the winner and told her to choose a prize.

She looked around and spotted a medical spa VIP card, exclaiming with delight.

"Asher ignored his girlfriend because of me, so his girlfriend loves plastic surgeryI'll use this to apologize."

She looked at me with a bright smile, her voice suddenly rising.

"Oh right, she's actually at our company partyright there in the audience!"

The lighting technician followed her pointing finger and shone a spotlight on me.

Murmurs rose around me.

"This woman had plastic surgery? She looks so natural."

"Looking like that must have cost a fortune."

Sienna grabbed the host's microphone.

"Don't worry about Andrea spending moneyshe makes $200,000 a month."

As she spoke, she smiled meaningfully.

The crowd immediately responded with knowing "ohhhs."

The men's gazes became lewd as they looked me up and down, as if appraising merchandise.

I stared coldly at Sienna.

"Spreading rumors and defaming others, if the circumstances are serious, carries a sentence of up to three years in prison."

"Some words, once spoken, come with a price."

She snorted dismissively and opened her phone.

She displayed one of the photos for everyone to see.

"I'm not spreading rumors."

It was a before-and-after plastic surgery comparison.

The successful case on the right showed my face.

Mocking laughter and ridicule flooded the hall like a tidal wave.

"The money was well spenteven a pig can become a beauty. Worth it!"

"Which doctor did this? I need a recommendation!"

I stood up to speak, but Asher suddenly rushed over and slapped me hard.

"Andrea!" He gripped Sienna's phone, fury burning in his eyes at being deceived. "I've done graphic design for eight years! This photo isn't photoshoppedit's real! You really have been lying to me!"

I said nothing, just slowly straightened up.

My heart to explain had long since died.

Now my mind was calculating another, more practical question: this slap would get him five to ten days of detention.

Sienna placed her hand on Asher's shoulder at just the right moment, her voice sweet.

"It's okay, Asher. Girls love beautygetting plastic surgery is normal."

"Not like us rough types who are too lazy to even use skincare products."

I looked at Sienna's elaborate "no-makeup makeup" look and laughed coldly.

When I poured makeup remover on her face, she'd find out just how beautiful she really was.

At this moment, the host announced the next performance a duet by Sienna and Asher.

I watched their backs as they walked onto the stage side by side, lost in thought.

Asher was rightthe photo was real.

But the person before surgery and the person after were two different people.

I was just curious how Sienna had obtained my college ID photo.

I quickly sent tasks to my team members.

[Within half an hour, I want all of Sienna's information!]

On stage, Asher knelt on one knee, singing to Sienna with deep affection.

"Today you're going to marry me."

I felt somewhat dazed. When had this man who once shone so brightly in my eyes become so dim?

When I first met Asher, I'd been robbed on a foreign street and left penniless.

He draped his coat over me, took me to the embassy, and accompanied me to file a police report.

I had no phone, so he ran around for me and pressed all his money into my hands.

The day they caught the robber, he was even more excited than I was.

Back then, he was my hero, my savior.

Under the Statue of Liberty, he confessed to me, promising to be faithful to me alone and never change his heart.

But after we returned home, Asher forgot his promise.

During dates, he'd leave during the movie's climax because of a phone call from Sienna.

When drunk, he'd murmur in his sleep, "I'll drink for Siennadon't make things difficult for her."

His family gatherings never included me, but Sienna was always the guest of honor.

I suddenly felt utterly exhausted with it all. I grabbed my bag to leave, and my phone vibrated.

My subordinate sent a message.

[Andrea, Sienna has major problems.]

[The lawsuit materials are ready and can be used anytime.]

I frowned and clicked on the link my subordinate sentSienna's influencer homepage.

Just one glance made my breathing quicken, my blood rushing backward through my body.

What she shared on her influencer page was clearly MY life!

Whether it was the pinned post with nine photos from last month at the National Museum,

or the "alma mater memories" she posted two years ago

all the photos were identical to the originals on my phone.

Except the protagonist had been replaced with her face.

So that's it. I began to understand Sienna's true intentions.

She didn't just want Asher.

She wanted to completely destroy me and replace me.

My phone vibrated again.

My subordinate sent a new message.

[Andrea, we dug deeperSienna isn't just stealing photos... she's also...]

[We've found the original owner based on that pre-surgery photo...]

I looked at the evidence streaming in, my lips curling coldly.

Sienna was going to rot in prison for this.

The duet on stage reached its finale, applause thundering.

Sienna and Asher held hands, fingers intertwined, bowing to the audience below.

After coming down, she looked at me with deliberate surprise.

"Andrea, why haven't you left yet?"

Then she blinked her watery eyes with feigned innocence.

"Does getting too much plastic surgery make your face thicker and thicker?"

Asher frowned tightly, moving closer to her and distancing himself from me.

My heart grew cold, but my face remained calm.

Seeing this, triumph flashed undisguised in Sienna's eyes.

"You're rightmarriage requires caution. You can't marry someone with a filthy disease and harm the whole family."

Asher's face changed.

"Sienna, you can't say things like that."

Sienna seemed startled, shrinking her neck.

"I'm sorry, Asher. I spoke without thinking again."

"I shouldn't talk about other people's privacy."

The moment those words left her mouth, everyone pulled their chairs away from me.

They looked at me as if I were a virus.

Asher's knuckles turned white, his voice trembling.

"Where did you hear that?"

"From Andrea's plastic surgeon. They have to do physical exams before surgeryone test and they know everything."

Sienna seemed to remember something and patted her forehead.

"Oh right, she even sent me a photo of the test results."

The instant Sienna pulled out the photo, I quickly photographed it with my phone and sent it to my subordinates.

Asher's rationality completely snapped.

He grabbed my throat tightly and roared.

"Andrea! You shameless slut! You refused to have premarital sex with me, then turned around and slept around with others!"

"If I'd known you were this kind of person, I shouldn't have bothered with you abroad back thenI should have let you die!"

Suffocation surged over me as I struggled desperately to break free.

I looked at this face I'd loved for three years becoming twisted and unfamiliar, my heart aching.

"Asher," my voice was hoarse, "I've never lied to you. The one lying is Sienna! She..."

"BANG!"

A bottle of red wine smashed into my head it was the male colleague who'd been agreeing with Sienna earlier.

"You're the disgusting one, and you want to slander our Sienna? She's our team's beloved buddy!"

I tried to defend myself but was held in a death grip by the man.

A female colleague took the opportunity to viciously grab my nose.

Her tone was sharp and bitter.

"Oh, this fake nose is pretty secure."

The man next to her laughed lecherously.

"Let me test if the fake breasts are sturdy."

Dizzy and disoriented, I looked at Asher

hoping so much that he'd save me from danger like he had years ago.

But he just coldly turned his face away.

My heart died completely.

Just as the man's hand was about to touch me, the host pushed through in a panic.

"Stop it! The boss is here to make a toast!"

In the chaos, through the red liquid, I looked at the boss being surrounded and brought over.

I was shockedit was him!

Asher roughly dragged me toward the exit by my arm, his voice squeezing through gritted teeth.

"Andrea, we're done! Get out now!"

I struggled hard.

"Before I leave, I have a question to ask."

"What else do you have to say!"

At this moment, the boss was raising his glass to toast our table.

I looked at the boss's wife, who held her husband's arm with a proper smile.

I raised my hand and pointed at the smug Sienna beside me, my voice clear.

"Ma'am, did you know she's your husband's mistress?"

The moment the words left my mouth, the previously noisy hall fell dead silent.