I didn’t know whether to laugh or scream. The situation was absurd. How could this be happening? I stared down at the video again, my mind spinning.
Although our birthmark was somewhat identical, there was a slight difference that only my family knew. Mine was a waxing half-moon on my left shoulder blade. The woman in the video had a waning half-moon on the right.
I took a deep breath, my anger that had been simmering was about to boil over. I only wanted to reunite with my sister after fifteen years. Why was this happening on the day of our reunion?
I threw the phone back at him, my voice icy with frustration. “That’s not me, and I'm not your mate. You're mistaking me for someone.”
Tyler’s growl rattled the room. “Liar!” His face twisted with fury. “Don’t even try to deny it. You’re just trying to save face in front of everyone, but we all know what you did.”
“You’ve got it wrong!” I snapped, clenching my fists. “That woman might look like me, but that’s not me. She’s my twin sister.”
“Lies! Your sister was already dead!” he roared, cutting me off before I could explain further. His patience was gone, replaced by pure rage. “You’ll regret this. Restrain her!”