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Chloe screamed in pain as security rushed forward and pulled Julian off her.The entire concert hall descended into chaos.Half an hour later, I dragged Dolly out of that place.Both of us were breathless, our eyes wide with lingering shock.Dolly clutched her chest. “God… oh my God… was that… Was that Mr. Trey?”My hands were still trembling. “Yeah. It was him.”Dolly wiped sweat off her brow, forcing out a shaky breath. “That was brutal. Absolutely brutal. He really went all in.”Even someone like Dolly, who had never hidden her hatred for Chloe, looked shaken.“She’s done. Completely done.”I didn’t know what to say. Chloe was over.All those years she spent crafting her image—playing the part of the devoted woman—it all came crashing down in minutes.Even when she had exposed herself for stealing another woman’s husband just to be with Julian, plenty of people had chalked it up to tragic romance, believing she had simply loved too deeply.But tonight, just a few recordings and scre

Chloe’s maniacal laughter echoed far into the night, sharp and chilling.I watched in horror as she swayed dangerously on the edge of the rooftop, her figure unsteady, as if the next gust of wind might send her plunging. Down below, the crowd had grown, with dozens of people now holding up their phones.I tugged at Trey’s sleeve urgently. “Do something—help her!”He pointed toward Julian. “Isn’t he standing right there?”I looked at Julian’s face, and every instinct in me screamed that his presence was only fueling her hysteria.I took a step forward, but Dolly grabbed my wrist.“You’ve lost your mind,” she whispered harshly. “If you go up there and she jumps, they’ll say it was your fault. They’ll put the blame on you.“You’ve fought your way out of this mess. Why throw yourself back into it?”Everything she said was logical and sensible.But I couldn’t take my eyes off Chloe’s trembling figure.Julian, overwhelmed by her spiraling outburst, had already started backing away.Chloe s

I pressed again, quietly but firmly. “Is that it?”Julian’s voice turned sharp with frustration. “Stop asking, Evelyn. I’m letting you go. Isn’t that what you wanted?”Then he let out a bitter laugh. “I’m letting you go, and now you can be with Miles Wynn. Isn’t that better? So why all the questions?”I was stunned into silence.After a long pause, I said softly, “I just wanted to understand... but forget it. If you don’t want to say, I won’t ask.”Julian suddenly let out a low, almost broken laugh. “Yes. It was because of last night. It hit me, all at once—how disgusting I’ve been. For years, I kept clinging to the idea that what I had with Chloe was real. I told myself it was some great, tragic love.“And for just as long, I looked at you through a lens of resentment. I thought everything you had—your money, your life, and your calm—I thought you were showing off. “I hated the things you did for me, because deep down... I felt small. Do you get that? I was ashamed.”I froze, stunne

Seeing my eyes turn red, Miles immediately switched into comfort mode.“Alright, alright, don’t cry. It’s my fault—all my fault! I should’ve confessed years ago. I was wrong, so wrong…”I shot him a glare. “So now you can’t take your rightful place, and people are dragging your name through the mud? Serves you right.”He chuckled. “Exactly. I deserve every bit of it. I totally brought this on myself.”The frustration in my chest finally eased a little.Seeing my mood lift, Miles grinned. “You women… your moods turn faster than the weather.”That earned him another eye-roll, but my anxiety crept back in. “But what if Julian changes his mind?”His smile faded.Gone, just like that.He said evenly, “Change his mind? No way. He’s a grown man. He knows what he’s doing. He wouldn’t go back on his word now.”I still looked uneasy. “But he could. With that much money at stake…”Miles’ tone turned icy. “Oh, really? Well then, I’ll make sure the stock in his hands crashes through the floor.”I b

Some netizens left playful comments like:“The heiress life of Miss White: effortless.”“Fair-skinned, elegant, and gorgeous—finally paired with a rich, handsome match.”“Her marriage to Julian Moore? Just a rough patch, I guess…”“...The ex was the detour, the CEO is the destination.”But with all that attention came the inevitable downside—my so-called “dark past” was being dug up again.Mockery, insults, endless speculation and overanalysis. It was all back on the table.There were so many voices, all talking at once. If I didn’t have a strong mentality, just reading a few comments could send me spiraling.At first, I felt giddy with excitement. But the more I read, the more that anxiety crept in, uninvited and persistent.Miles noticed.He didn’t say much, just quietly instructed his legal team to begin scrubbing the worst of the slander from the web.Only then did I finally feel like I could breathe again.Still, those were just minor ripples in the grand scheme of things. Post