He Shattered Me, So I Burned His Throne

Mrs. Foster's face turned completely dark.

“There are so many people who look alike in the world. If you want to deceive me with just this face, you are still a little naive.”

Upon hearing this, the manager raised his foot and kicked me hard in the face as he scolded, “This little bitch is so bold, beat her up!”

I fell into the debris of the champagne tower and was covered in blood.

Several colleagues punched and kicked me and my face soon became swollen and purple.

“But I didn't lie…."

Before I could finish my words, the manager picked up a bottle of wine and smashed it into my mouth.

“Shut up!”

Shards of glass pierced my lips and I screamed in pain.

The manager took the opportunity to poke the broken bottle into my mouth and I vomited blood.

The glass shards were embedded in my tongue and it hurt so much that I could not speak.

Lena, who had been very nervous just before, finally breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

Her eyes were red with grievance and she cried, “Dad, Mom. It's only been two years since you found me and someone is trying to harm me and replace me. It makes my heart ache.”

She covered her chest again and pretended to be in pain.

“Don't be afraid, my dear daughter. Your father and I will protect you. We will take you to see a doctor right now."

Seeing that the two were about to be deceived by Lena again, I stood up despite the severe pain and tried to stop them.

“Where are you trying to go, little bitch?!”

The manager grabbed my collar and tried to pull me back and there was a ripping sound.

My shirt was ripped and everyone laughed.

“I didn't expect this chick to have such a good figure."

Mrs. Foster turned her head and glanced at my shoulder, her face changed drastically and she rushed over to me.

She reached out and carefully touched the birthmark on my left shoulder and said in a trembling voice, “Hubby, come and see!”

Mr. Foster came over and took a look, his eyes were full of shock.

“Have you had this birthmark since childhood?”

I was speechless and could only nod my head desperately.

“My daughter had this black crescent birthmark on her shoulder when she was born. How come you have it too?”

“Could it be that she is really our daughter?”

[God has mercy on us. The heroine was so miserable, she was beaten so badly that she almost forgot she had a birthmark.]

I was extremely moved, but I did not expect Lena to lift up her skirt to reveal her shoulders.

“Dad, Mom, I have this birthmark too. It's fake.”

Everyone looked and sure enough, she also had a black crescent birthmark on her shoulder, exactly the same as mine.

My heart sank and I immediately realized that it must be Donnie's doing.

Sure enough, Donnie sighed.

He explained that I wanted to impersonate Lena, so I forced him to take a picture of Lena's birthmark during the examination.

So that I could get a tattoo based on it.

Donnie took out his phone and inside it was a photo of Lena lying in the examination room with her birthmark exposed.

Then he took out many photos of strange women and handed them to them.

“This is what Rachel looked like before. She had plastic surgery to look like Miss Foster.”

My eyes were bloodshot and my heart ached as if it was stabbed by a knife.

Why? I had been so good to him for two years, why would he hurt me?

[This scumbag is too vicious. The heroine should find old photos to prove herself.]

Reminded by the barrage of comments, I took out my phone to look for my old photos.

But I found that all my old photos were gone. They were not even in the cloud.

I remembered that when I changed my mobile phone a year ago, Donnie volunteered to help me transfer the data.

I was afraid that at that time, he destroyed all my old photos.

[Damn, this rotten cucumber is really poisonous. It is determined not to let the heroine turn over.]

Seeing me holding the phone in frustration and rage, Lena started crying at the right time.