Chapter 4

That night, I got home and checked my social media, only to find hundreds of hateful comments.

[Witch! You're the one who came between Arthur and Chloe, and you made her try to kill herself!]

[I feel sorry for Chloe! She gave up the man she loved just to make someone else happy. Arthur, protect your sister!]

[Boycott Lilith! Get her out of the design industry!]

I scrolled through the comments, confused. Then I realized Chloe had gone live.

In front of millions of viewers, she claimed I was a homewrecker who had stolen Arthur from her. She also cried about how I had stolen her project and embarrassed her in front of everyone.

"The truth is, I was already in love with Arthur before my mother married into the family.

"But I wanted him to be happy, so I hid my feelings and became his little sister instead.

"Keeping everything inside made me depressed. There were times when I wanted to die. Arthur was always there to save me. Lilith never understood. She kept causing trouble and coming after me."

People online believed every word. Soon, my account was flooded with insults.

The next day, I drove to the office, but a crowd surrounded my car and started pounding on the windows.

"You evil bitch! Get out here and apologize to Chloe!"

"Shameless homewrecker! You stole her designs!"

If the windows hadn't been reinforced, one of their rocks would have shattered the glass and hit me in the head.

Security helped me out of the car, but the crowd kept pushing forward. The guards struggled to hold them back.

Then I heard Chloe's fake, gentle voice from behind them.

"Everyone, please don't do this! Please stop! Lilith hurt me badly, but I don't want anyone attacking her. It's my fault. I should have stepped aside and let her have Arthur. If you have to blame someone, blame me!"

Her little act only made the crowd hate me more.

Amid the chaos, Chloe walked up to me and whispered with a smirk, "See that, Lilith? The whole internet is on my side now. All I have to do is cry, and they'll tear you apart. How are you going to fight me now?"

I gave her a cold look. "Is that so?"

I didn't bother arguing. Instead, I took out my phone and put the evidence up on the huge LED screen on the side of the building.

The first image was our marriage certificate from seven years earlier. Then came screenshot after screenshot of the messages Chloe had sent him.

Next, I showed the original drafts of my design project, along with every revision and timestamp.

I said calmly, "Chloe claimed I stole her design, but everyone at Spencer Group knows this has been my project from day one. Arthur is the one who handed it to her."

Before Chloe could argue, I showed everyone the final piece of evidence: her fake medical report.

"And here's the best part. Chloe claimed she became depressed because she had to hide her feelings for Arthur. But my investigator found out she paid for a fake diagnosis. Those pills she takes aren't even medicine. They're vitamins."

The people who had felt sorry for Chloe stared at the screen in shock. "Wait, so everything Chloe said was a lie? She played us!"

A moment later, water bottles started flying at Chloe. The same people who had insulted me were now insulting her.

Her perfect image fell apart in seconds. She shrieked, covered her head, and staggered backward.

"Stop it! All of you, stop!"

Just then, Arthur pushed through the crowd and stood in front of Chloe.

"Lilith! Haven't you done enough?!" He pointed angrily at me. "You posted all this online! Are you trying to ruin the company too?! Put out a statement right now and tell everyone you made it all up!"

He stepped closer and lowered his voice. "Stop going after Chloe, and I'll let this go. Once everything calms down, I'll marry you again. But if you keep this up, don't expect me to ever take you back!"

I looked at him coldly and checked my watch. "Arthur, your threats don't work on me. You should be getting a very interesting call any second now."

Arthur froze. A second later, his phone rang. His secretary's panicked voice came through the line. "Boss! We have a problem! All the voting rights tied to your shares have been taken back. You don't have any voting power left!"

The color drained from Arthur's face. He stared at me, stunned.

I looked at him and said coldly, "Arthur, you're out. From this moment on, you're no longer the president of Spencer Group. Now take your sister and get the hell out of my company!"