Chapter 2

The call ended after that.

Josh looked at me worriedly.

"Drake… You know that Mrs. Turner will absolutely follow through on her threats, right? A number of our projects were introduced to us by TM Entertainment, like the film and television score ones."

I patted his arm comfortingly. "Don't worry. The sky isn't going to fall."

30 minutes passed by quickly, and I made no attempt to post anything on my socials.

A short while later, a photo of Adam at the hospital was posted online by his entertainment company. His wrist was covered in bandages. The caption read, "Thank you everyone for your concern. I'm okay. Please don't blame this on anyone. It's all my fault."

He looked an absolute picture of misery in the photo, wearing the hospital gown with an IV stuck into the back of his hand.

The tides online began shifting against me. This time, the top trending topic quickly changed to "Adam Green Attempted Suicide", even faster than the last three topics.

My socials were flooded with malicious comments from thousands of self-righteous fans, each one of them cursing me with the dirtiest and filthiest words ever imaginable.

"See what you've done! You drove a man nearly to death! Are you finally happy now, you absolute trash of a man, Drake Cameron!"

"Hurry up and divorce him, Stella! You're only going to be miserable for the rest of your life if you continue staying with him!"

"I feel so bad for Adam. It's okay, Adam. We'll always be on your side no matter what!"

Stella called me again and again. Her voice was filled with hatred, and she also sounded like she was crying.

"Are you happy now that Adam's been hospitalized, Drake! I swear I'm never going to forgive you if anything terrible happens to him! You're absolutely dancing for joy now, aren't you? You love what you've done to him, don't you?"

I listened to all of her angry screaming and cursing. Finally, after she was tired out, I answered lightly, "So, Stella, you think that the whole world should revolve around you and your poor little darling, don't you?

"If he cries, it's because I bullied him. If he gets hospitalized, it's because I made him do it. But what about me?

"I am your husband, but you cheated on me with him, and yet, I'm the one who's supposed to bear the brunt of the curses because I should just graciously accept my fate after all?

"Go on and keep him company at the hospital if you want. And tell him to be more convincing with his acting next time. He can't just wrap a bandage around his wrist and call it a day. The netizens lately aren't as gullible as he thinks."

My rebuttal thoroughly angered the Turners.

The next day, the official account for the upcoming big-budget film officially posted online that I was henceforth removed from their credits as the Music Producer for their project. The reason they provided was that it had to do with my personal conduct, which caused a massive negative social impact.

Right after that, several of my other music projects also issued termination notices, all severing their relationship with me.

Josh held the termination letters in his trembling hands.

"It's over, Drake… It's all over… Mrs. Turner is completely blacklisting us from the industry…"

In less than 24 hours, I went from a highly sought-after, top-tier composer to someone nobody wanted to have anything to do with anymore.

Stella then sent me a text message.

"Is this what you wanted? I gave you a chance, Drake Cameron. Now take your things and get out of my place! My lawyer will deliver the divorce papers to you."

I smiled when I read the text message.

So, she was trying to kick me out?

But this luxury condo was bought under my name. It was a gift from my parents before I got married.

I simply replied, "Fuck off."

She probably lost her head at that because she immediately turned up at the condo with two bodyguards at my door.

"Don't you dare walk all over my head just because I gave you some leeway, Drake Cameron! This condo belongs to the Turners! You have no right to stay here!" she roared haughtily at me, jabbing a finger toward my face.

I remained seated on the couch, looking at her in amusement like she was the clown instead.

"You must have lost your mind from filming one movie too many, Ms. Stella Turner. Here—kindly ensure that your eyes are wide open when you read the name on the property deed.

"This condo belongs to me. It is my premarital property. It has absolutely nothing to do with the Turners."

Stella was shocked. Obviously, she had no idea about this.

Meanwhile, Adam was watching everything while leaning weakly against the doorframe, his pale face showing a perfectly measured look of shock and grievance.

"Forget it, Stella. Let's just go. Since Drake doesn't want to see us, we should just stop making him angrier," he said softly while tugging on her sleeve, looking like the absolute victim in this case.

Stella looked at him, pity brimming in her eyes. She then turned to me with a glower and growled, "Just you wait, Drake Cameron! I will make sure that you pay for everything you did today! I will make your life in this industry hell for you! You'll never be able to survive in the entertainment industry!"

I got up and walked over to both of them.

"Sure. Humor me. I'll wait."