Chapter 4

Wendy's face was ashen, her nails digging deep into her palms.

She couldn't believe how absurd the rumors had become. In this version of the story, she was being cast as such a shameless character.

She turned to leave, but was blocked by a group of socialite ladies.

"Where are you going, Mrs. Wallace? The party's just getting started."

"Come have fun with us~"

They called it having fun, but someone spilled red wine on her dress, someone "accidentally" pushed her, and finally, someone even shoved her right into the swimming pool!

Splash—

Ice-cold pool water instantly engulfed her. The stinging pain of water rushing into her nose instinctively made her struggle. Her fingers clawed desperately at the pool wall, trying to climb up.

Just as she was about to touch the edge, a hand with bright red nail polish pressed down on the top of her head.

"Help… save… me…"

"Save you? No one is coming to save you! Do you know how many young ladies would die for Jackson Wallace? He loves you so much that he values you more than his own life, yet this is how you repay him! A shameless slut like you deserves to die!"

Water rushed into her nose and throat, the suffocation making her vision go dark.

But what suffocated her even more was what these people were saying.

She was shameless and despicable? Jackson loved her more than his own life?

What a colossal joke!

"What are you people doing?!"

A furious shout erupted. The force holding her down suddenly disappeared.

In her blurred vision, Wendy saw Jackson rushing over like a madman.

She suddenly felt like laughing. What was he panicking for? Wasn't this all his fault?

Jackson fished her out of the water and raged at the crowd.

"Are you insane? How dare you lay a hand on my wife?!"

"Mr. Wallace, we just couldn't stand what she did…"

"Enough!" Jackson didn't explain the truth and only said coldly, "Even if Wendy's baby belongs to a kidnapper, I still love her, and that will never change!"

Amidst a chorus of "Mr. Wallace is such a devoted husband", he carried the soaked Wendy away from the scene.

In the restroom, Jackson brought a dry towel to wipe her hair.

"Wendy, I know how frustrating it is for you. It's my fault." His voice was gentle. "I promise something like this will never happen again. Please bear with it for a bit longer. Once Candace gives birth, I'll send her abroad. After that, our lives will go back to normal, okay?"

Not okay.

There's no going back, and there's no future.

Wendy was feeling utterly exhausted. "I want to go home."

Jackson paused. "The party isn't over yet… We can't both leave, it'll look bad. I'll ask the driver to take you home first. I'll go back a bit later, okay?"

Was it because it would look bad, or was it because he couldn't bear to leave Candace at the party alone?

Wendy let out a chuckle. Lacking the strength to confront him, she got up to leave.

After returning to the mansion, Wendy immediately started packing her luggage.

One item after another, she cleared away every trace of herself left in that house.

She didn't know how long she had been packing, but just as she was closing the last suitcase, the main door opened.

Jackson stood in the doorway, staring in shock at all the suitcases. A sense of panic rose within him.

"Wendy, what's all this? Why are you packing? Where are you going?!"