Chapter 4
Hubert’s expression darkened. He gritted his teeth and said, “Fine. You want it big? I’ll make it big for you!”
Without another word, he pulled out his phone and made another call.
My heart surged with anticipation.
Yes. Stir it up. The bigger, the better. Let the whole world witness the scandal of your perfect, wealthy family.
With his influence, it didn’t take long before a swarm of online streamers rushed to the scene, all raising their phones, livestreaming with eager faces.
“Everyone, we’ve just caught a huge piece of gossip! See this woman right here? Don’t be fooled by her innocent looks-she’s rotten to the core!”
“She once tried to drag her best friend into a suicide pact after a breakup. Her friend risked her life to save her, and she lived. But instead of gratitude, she became jealous of her friend’s better life, and has done nothing but cause trouble since!”
“For years, she’s been leeching off her friend. Whenever she had no money, she runs to her. Pregnant and heavily burdened, her friend still runs errands for her, cleans up her messes, even drags herself out in the middle of the night to fetch her when she’s drunk out of her mind.”
“And what does she do in return? Nothing! She spends money like water, treats her friend’s generosity as her due, even pawns her friend’s wedding jewelry to buy gifts for boytoys! She maxed out her friend’s credit cards to pay off her massive gambling debts!”
“Her private life is a disaster. Already married, yet constantly fooling around, seducing men, knowingly becoming the mistress. She’s been chased down and beaten by wives multiple times!”
“I heard that she even contracted a filthy disease. She went to the hospital in secret, dragging her friend along to cover for her-who knows how many men she infected before that?”
“Everyone, remember her face! If you’ve got guts, slap her if you ever see her. If not, just stay far away-don’t risk catching something from her!”
The streamers piled lie upon lie, weaving tales out of thin air, exaggerating every word.
Soon, every livestream platform was boiling with curses.
‘Holy shit, her friend and husband must be saints to put up with trash like her!”
‘This isn’t even a woman-it’s a walking tumor!”
“Right? Keeping her alive is like letting a plague spread!”
The scandal fermented at lightning speed. Within minutes, my photo was plastered across the internet, shooting straight onto the trending hot search.
“Leeching Woman.”
“Toxic Friend.”
“Slut.”
Ugly labels piled onto my name, one after another, until they became my new identity.
As the streamers fanned the flames, the onlookers’ emotions exploded.
One by one, they began hurling eggs and rotten vegetables at me.
Some who had been eating nearby even smashed their beer bottles at my feet.
Like a lamb before slaughter, I stood in the middle of the filth, drowning in insults, reeking of garbage.
And then-through the chaos, a familiar figure emerged from the crowd.
It was Blake.
At the sight of his face, my lonely heart finally found a refuge.
To me, Blake had always been my strongest support.
No matter what grievances I faced outside, he would patiently comfort me, help me, shield me.
He was not only my husband-he was my safe harbor, my home.
At that moment, all my defenses fell.
I wanted nothing more than to run into his arms, to collapse into the warmth I trusted most.
So I did.
But the moment I reached him, he shoved me away.
The force caught me off guard. I stumbled back, losing balance, and crashed heavily to the ground.
