Semua Bab Goodbye, Mr. Ex, I’ve Married Your Uncle : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Scarlett’s POV.The car was silent on the ride home.Leon didn’t say a word. Neither did I. I kept my eyes fixed on the window, even though I wasn’t seeing anything outside. My hand rested over my stomach. I wasn’t hurt, but I couldn’t shake the pressure in my chest—the weight of everything I now knew.Dahlia had sent him.I’d known she or Caden was behind it. They murdered me in my past life. It didn’t surprise me that one or either of them would sink even lower and attempt to harm me again—or the baby.“She made me do it,” he’d said. “Just hard enough to make her fall.”And that was exactly what happened.Leon glanced over. “Do you believe him? Do you really think Dahlia is behind it?”I didn’t look at him. “Yes.”He didn’t press me for more. But I felt the shift in him. He fell quiet, and he had that thoughtful look taking over his expression.Just as I began wondering what he might be thinking, he reached for his phone and called Ezra on speaker. “Ezra?”“Yes, Sir. What can I do f

Scarlett’s POV.It was at breakfast, first thing in the morning, that I saw it on the front page of the newspaper. A picture of me at the reunion, caught mid-act pushing over a man—the exact same man I may add that in reality pushed me—taking up almost more than half of the page.I nearly dropped my tea when I saw it as the housekeeper placed it on the table beside me. Catching a slow breath, I placed down my tea and picked it up, only to toss it aside a moment later.Just like the CCTV footage that had been sabotaged, so had the story. I didn’t need to read past the heading to know I was painted as the problem in the feature.Unfortunately, as the day progressed, I found out that it didn’t stop there. The footage and the story was already everywhere—on news sites, gossip channels, blogs, and pages that usually had no interest in people like me unless there was something to exploit. Apparently, this was worth it to them.Eventually, I sat down and watched the full video again. The ver

Scarlett’s POV.I didn’t eat for the rest of the day. I didn’t drink anything unless I saw it sealed myself or watched it being poured from something unopened. I threw out the entire basket with muffins and the pot of tea the housekeeper had served me as well—just in case.You never knew if more of the staff would help themselves to it if it was sent back to the kitchen to be tossed out.I wasn’t risking more people potentially getting harmed because of me.Even the water bottle on my nightstand, the one I always drank from without thinking—I didn’t touch it.I didn’t care if it looked paranoid. I didn’t care if it made people uncomfortable. Someone had tried to kill me, again, and I wasn’t going to act like I was fine.I’d called the hospital an hour after the housekeeper was taken in. I gave my name and explained what had happened. The nurse transferred me to the attending physician. He didn’t say much, but it was enough to put my mind a little at ease.“She’s stable, but unconsciou

Scarlett’s POV.The interview was set up through Olivia’s contact—someone she swore was discreet, seasoned, and immune to bribery. The location was quiet, a small rented office in a mixed-use building downtown.There were no cameras or people around that could potentially add more to the already fake news spreading all over the media.Ezra drove me, because Leon had apparently given him unspoken orders not to let me go anywhere alone anymore. I didn’t fight it. Ezra kept his mouth shut, not passing any judgment, and didn’t get in my way, and for that, I let him stay close.The files were in my bag—printed screenshots, copies of text chains, statements from the hospital, and a highlighted timeline of every event starting from the school reunion. I went over them three times this morning. Every date, every time something significant happened. I knew what I was walking into, and I was ready.When we got there, the woman waiting for me stood as I entered. She was in her late thirties, wit

Scarlett’s POV.My phone buzzed while I was still lying in bed, unable to find the willpower to move. It took a long moment before I was able to sit up and see it was Olivia.“Check your messages. It’s urgent.”My shoulders tensed, my heart already beating faster. I opened the message and stared at the attachments without tapping them right away. I knew what this was. I didn’t want to be right, but I was. As soon as I opened the first image, it confirmed everything.A new article was going live.The headline made my throat go dry. “Scarlett Lemaire’s History of Psychological Abuse Toward Her Younger Stepsister—New Claims Surface.”I couldn’t move. I just stared at the screen as if not reacting would stop it from being real.Instead, I kept scrolling.Screenshots from fake interviews and quotes from people I’d never even met—“former teachers” and “neighbors” claiming I was unstable as a child, hostile and flat-out emotionally cruel to Dahlia. There were tons of blurry, misused childho