Novel & Cerita Was The Show Cheaters Fake

Twenty gold diggers with twenty chat records finally showed me Jack's true colors. Jack snatched the phone from my father's hand, trembling and screaming, "You paid people to put on a show and slander me!" I almost laughed out loud. "Can chat records be faked? How could I have guessed you'd be this shameless so I could arrange all this beforehand?" Cyndi's face was ashen as she clicked on each of Jack's nude selfies, her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles cracked. "Is this what you call ‘only chatting for a bit’?"

I was really worried that you had cheated! #I was thinking, why would such a loving couple suddenly have marital problems? It’s all fake!# #Can’t deny how good this plot twist was. I really believed them…# #I really couldn’t believe it. Waiting for more updates.# Meanwhile, everyone on set was shocked. “Mr. Knowles was framed.” “He didn’t cheat?” “No, Daisie already put out a statement and said they were just trying to make the influencer show her true colors. The surveillance footage and text that Mr. Knowles received were also exposed. It was all a honey trap.”

Her expression said everything before she spoke. “Someone leaked fake DNA results this morning,” she said quickly. “They claim to prove you’re the father.” Jace blinked. “Fake results?” Sasha nodded grimly. “They look official, lab seal, signature, everything. But I checked the source. The lab doesn’t exist.” River cursed under his breath. “Who the hell is doing this?” Sasha exhaled sharply. “That’s what I’ve been trying to find out. But whoever’s behind it covered their tracks well. I’m guessing Cole isn’t working alone.”

"If Chris can be exempted then Lucas can be too. Appearance doesn't determine cheating." "If appearance doesn't, then what does mum?" "Before I answer your question. I'll love you to answer mine first." "Ok mum. Go on. Your daughter is listening." "Haven't you seen a scenario where an ugly male still cheats?" "That's definitely because he has money." "Are all the male cheaters you've heard of rich?" "I don't think so, mum. Some don't even have a home."

This time, I wasn't going to let any of them off easy. When the day finally came for the paternity test results, Jensen decided to unseal the envelope live. The stream's view count exploded; thousands of viewers flooded in to witness my supposed downfall. The moment I appeared on screen, the chat erupted into chaos. 'Cheating tramp! How could you betray a man who loved you?' 'Take your bastard and leave! Jensen deserves a better woman!' 'Cheaters should pay! Trying to pass off another man's child as your husband's heir—disgusting!'

She was living as the pampered mistress of a third-rate gang leader, dripping in the kinds of jewels and clothes he had once promised her. A toxic cocktail of jealousy and rage drove him over the edge. He managed to kidnap her. After a final, "passionate" confrontation, he accidentally killed her. "And the outcome?" I murmured. "The gang leader and his Colombian cartel partners captured Marco alive," Lorenzo said, his voice flat. "They are... creative. He was kept alive for seventy-two hours." As for Marco's mother, she had tried to flee New York with Leo. But before she could, a devastating truth came to light: a DNA test, conducted by a suspicious Falcone relative, proved that Leo was not

He pulled it away without asking, flipped it open, and the color drained from his face when he saw the names. It didn't last. Something clicked, and he let out a cold laugh. "You're still putting on a show, aren't you? You got a fake decree printed to scare me? You think I'm going to fall for this?" Maybe because I'd already made my peace with all of this, his constant distrust didn't sting the way it used to. I felt calm. "Since you've seen the decree, let's just get this over with here. "Andrew, we're divorced. The decree is real.

She collapsed onto the floor and sobbed uncontrollably. The guests quietly left, unwilling to be caught up in the drama. The livestream was still running, and people were busy leaving their comments. "She's the queen of all cheating bitches, cheating on two guys at the same time!" "Their ugly true natures have been exposed. Serves them right." "Alex Sherman is a national traitor, and Erica Lewis is a two-faced bitch. They're the perfect match for each other." "Major Sherman is so cool! He's a national hero!"

A hired test-taker, transaction records, cheating devices… "You two may not be great at studying, but you sure are geniuses when it comes to committing crime." Our argument drew the attention of several nurses and doctors. Whispers spread outside the room. "I thought it was already confirmed without a doubt that Jade cheated? Isn't there a twist?" "No way. The cheater's friends treat her so well. I think she's just emotionally unstable and wants to drag them down with her." "Sigh! Having a friend like that is cruel."

His hands were trembling greatly as the men approached him. “These men came from reputable companies and no one will ever question their integrity. I want you all to help me in testing the authenticity of these chemicals” Tobia turned to the men in front of him. Each of the experts took the sample to the ultra-modern lab Avery secretly built within the company. The journalists also follow the experts into the lab. The five different chemicals Lucas brought were tested and each of these experts came out with the same result, the chemicals were all fake. Lucas was dripping greatly. For the first time in his life, he regretted cheating people.