Chapter 5

A week later, an entertainment news story about Jason went viral.

It contained screenshots from Naomi's Instagram posts over the past week.

On the first day, Naomi sat beside Jason's hospital bed with tear-filled eyes. Jason smiled reassuringly at her, and his eyes overflowed with tenderness and love.

On the third day, Naomi posted a photo of Jason's face as he slept. It was followed by a photo of their fingers intertwined and a caption.

[You will always be the love of my life.]

Finally, there was a video.

It showed Naomi taking meticulous care of Jason while he was being discharged from the hospital. A crowd of reporters surrounded the entrance and bombarded Jason with questions.

"Mr. Porter, there are rumors that Sylvia, a vile woman, forced you to jump from the building. Is that true?"

Jason said nothing. Instead, Naomi, who stood beside him, answered in a seemingly nervous voice. "Ms. Carter didn't mean to do it. Please don't blame her."

On the surface, she appeared to be defending Sylvia. But in reality, she had effectively confirmed the accusation.

Jason, who would normally coldly silence entertainment reporters, simply protected Naomi and walked away with her. He deliberately left room for the public outrage to grow and fester.

Sylvia exited the page. Yet the image of Jason's indifferent expression in the video kept flashing through her mind. It sent a sharp pain through her chest.

She had never cared about other people's opinions. She had long grown accustomed to being alone. It wasn't until Jason appeared.

He had pulled her out of the swamp of public opinion, only to release his hand and coldly watch her fall into the abyss the moment she began depending on him.

Fortunately, there was only one week left. After that, she and Jason would have nothing to do with each other ever again.

Just when Sylvia thought she could calmly wait for the divorce to be finalized, Naomi appeared in front of her with two bodyguards.

Naomi had come to settle the score. "I heard you even got your hands on surveillance footage from the Porter family and wanted to prove that I did it.

"Unfortunately, Jason trusts me too much. I didn't even have to explain anything before he decided it was only an accident."

Naomi chuckled sarcastically. "How dare you say those things to Jason? Don't you know? I'm someone who always gets my revenge!"

She waved her hand. "Teach her a proper lesson!"

The bodyguards immediately made a move. One grabbed Sylvia's limbs while the other pressed down on her back. They were trying to force her to her knees.

Sylvia struggled violently and yelled, "Let go! If you touch me one more time, I'll make sure you never have a place in this city again!"

The bodyguards hesitated for a moment, but they then kicked Sylvia hard in the knee. "I'm sorry, Ms. Carter. Mr. Porter ordered us to do as Ms. Luther says.

"He told us that as long as Ms. Luther is happy, we can do whatever we want, including hurting you."

Sylvia's knee slammed against the ground. There was a crisp sound of bones hitting the floor.

Sylvia looked up in disbelief. The next second, Naomi raised her hand and slapped her across the face.

"Did you hear that?" Naomi covered her mouth and laughed. She then looked down arrogantly at Sylvia's stunned, humiliated expression.

"I will always be number one in Jason's heart. You're nothing but trash hidden away in some forgotten corner!"

Then came the second slap, the third slap, and countless more.

The searing pain spread through Sylvia's nerves. The dizziness blurred her vision into double images, and her body went limp as she teetered on the verge of fainting.

That was when Naomi called for them to stop. She held her phone in front of Sylvia with a delighted smile. "I uploaded the video of you being beaten online. It's doing really well."

Sylvia's eyes went wide.

On the screen, she was seen kneeling on the floor with her hair being yanked back. Her face looked horribly swollen.

Naomi had exposed Sylvia at her most humiliating and degrading moment and trampled her dignity completely.

Naomi casually read out the comments beneath the video.

"Which hero stepped up to deliver justice? This is so satisfying."

"Seriously, that pathetic, miserable look suits her perfectly. Isn't she supposed to have slept with countless men? Is this how she normally seduces them too?"

"Arghh!" Sylvia let out a furious roar like a trapped beast that was desperately trying to break free. "Naomi! You should just go to hell!"

It was useless.

Naomi delivered one final slap and knocked Sylvia to the ground.

She sneered. "I'm giving you three days to ask Jason for a divorce.

"Or else, consider this an appetizer. The real fun comes later."