บททั้งหมดของ Betrayed on the wedding day : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

“Deviana?”The gentle voice startled her. She sat slumped in the corner of her small studio, her face swollen from tears, hair disheveled. The door creaked open, and Lila stepped inside, carrying a dripping umbrella still wet from the rain.“Lila…” Deviana’s voice was hoarse. “Why are you here?”Lila closed the door quietly and walked over. “I was worried. I saw everything online—the news, the comments… but I don’t believe any of it.”Deviana lowered her head, covering her face with her hands. “Everyone else believes it, Lila. They’re calling me a slut. I’ve already lost all my clients.”Lila crouched down in front of her, her gaze unwavering. “I know you, Dev. You’re too stubborn, too honest to ever do something so vile. I know it’s not true.”Tears rolled down Deviana’s cheeks again. “But the photos… they look real. I can’t fight them.”Lila reached for the phone lying on the table. “I’ve been paying attention, Dev. While everyone else was busy hating you, I noticed something.”---

“Explain it once more.”Adrian’s voice was icy in the nearly empty café that night. Across from him, a young intern from the fashion company where Deviana worked fidgeted nervously, his head bowed.“I–I was only paid, sir,” he stammered. “Someone contacted me from an unknown number. They said if I helped spread those photos to the internal forum, I’d get money in return.”Adrian leaned forward, his eyes sharp. “Who was that person?”The intern swallowed hard. “I don’t know her name. But… it was a woman’s voice. She told me if anything went wrong, I had to keep my mouth shut.”Adrian’s fist clenched against the table, his anger barely restrained. A woman. The name that instantly surfaced in his mind was clear: Vanessa.“Fine,” he said flatly. “Keep the proof of that transfer. If she contacts you again, record everything. Don’t be afraid—I’ll protect you.”The intern nodded quickly before leaving in a hurry. Adrian sipped his cold coffee, his gaze narrowing. The game was almost over. Yo

“Look at this!” Adrian pushed the laptop toward Deviana, his eyes shining with triumph. On the screen, a row of photo files appeared, complete with technical data. “The metadata is crystal clear. The time the photos were taken doesn’t match the time they were saved. There are editing marks on the layers, and even traces of the manipulation software are still detectable.”Deviana lowered her gaze, staring at the screen with trembling hands. “So… it really wasn’t me?”Adrian scoffed, crossing his arms. “I told you from the beginning. You were framed. And now we have proof.”Lila, sitting nearby, leaned forward. “Not only that. I found something odd in one of the photos—a wall clock in the background doesn’t match the metadata time. That means the picture was stitched together from two different images.”Deviana let out a shaky breath, her eyes glistening. “I… I’m relieved. But Adrian…” She looked at him hesitantly. “If we strike back right away, won’t it just make things worse? Rumors m

“Who dares?” Vanessa slammed a thick folder onto the glass desk in her office. Her voice was cold, yet trembling with fury.Two staff members standing before her exchanged nervous glances, afraid to speak.“D-do you mean… is there something wrong with this report, Miss Vanessa?” one of them stammered.Vanessa’s eyes narrowed, sharp as blades.“Wrong? The problem is none of you can be trusted anymore! Someone leaked information. Do you think I don’t know?”The staff froze, cold sweat trickling down their temples.Vanessa paced back and forth, the staccato of her high heels striking against the marble floor.“I’ve seen how you whisper in the hallways, how your eyes shift every time Deviana’s name is mentioned. Do not think I’m blind!”One of them dared to open his mouth.“Miss, we never—”“Silence!” Vanessa snapped. Her voice echoed against the walls.“If I find even one of you betraying me, I will personally make sure your career is destroyed!”The two bowed quickly, nodding, then hurr

“Do it quickly, just as I said!” Vanessa slammed her phone onto the marble table with a sharp crack. Her breath came fast, her face flushed with fury. Two of her assistants, seated nervously across from her, exchanged frightened glances.“But, Miss Vanessa…” one of them dared to speak, his voice trembling, “the public is still buzzing about Deviana’s case. If we create another scandal now, they might—”“Silence!” Vanessa’s eyes blazed as she cut him off. “I know exactly what I’m doing. If people are distracted with a new scandal, they’ll forget about Deviana, they’ll forget about… me.”Her hand snatched up a glass of wine. She downed it in one harsh gulp, as though the bitter taste could drown her own anxiety. Yet even the burn of alcohol failed to calm the storm raging inside her.---The next morning, several gossip accounts began spreading fragments of a new rumor Vanessa had planted—sordid whispers about a young designer linked to an affair among the elite. Vanessa hoped this spar