“Everyone in the circle knows this. Don’t you? Or are you just here to tarnish my reputation to help your friend climb the mistress ladder?”
Her expression changed, nervously snatching her ID back, defensively claiming, “I am her friend, but I’m a reporter. What I say is objective and
hy not divorce him?”
“If you truly didn’t want to marry Mr. Miller, and he fell in love with someone else, why
Ilaughed, was about to answer, but suddenly got a nosebleed, looking quite a mess.
Someone mocked, “Mrs. Miller says she doesn’t care, that she was forced to marry Mr. Miller, nosebleed?”
Mr. Miller, but why is she so worked up she’s getting a
I wiped the blood from my lips with my finger.
Calmly, I said, “Tm not worked up. I’m sick, dying soon. I’ve been getting nosebleeds lately.”
The crowd fell silent, no one laughing anymore.
Only that girl continued, “Stop pretending. Getting a nosebleed and acting pitiful”
“I can’t stand women like you, fighting over men, using shameless tactics, embarrassing us all.”
She finished speaking, flipped her ponytail, and walked away.
Her back was as annoying as Cora’s.
A video of me surrounded by reporters quickly became trending.
Wesley publicly responded, stating, “I will never divorce. Stop bothering my wife.”
That afternoon, Cora’s reporter friend was fired.
Many netizens criticized me. This woman is disgusting. If she didn’t want to marry, then don’t. No one forced her.”
“They say she’s the CEO’s ideal love, but I think she’s just a white lotus.”
“The CEO defends her so much, I’m jealous.”
“And this woman left him when he was poor for money, and how married him for money.”
“She claims she didn’t want to, but she’s just pretending. Acting like a saint.”
Then a netizen chimed in, “Watch your mouths. If you don’t know the truth, shut up,”
Everyone started asking what the truth was.
The story is rather ordinary.
That year,
my mom was diagnosed with a terminal illness. The doctor said the disease had a high hereditary risk
Not only could I get seriously ill anytime, if I had children, they might also suffer the same fate.
The day my mom got sick, she bled so much from a nosebleed.
She lost too much blood, was in a coma for three days, and when she woke up, she told me to break up with Wesley
I stared at her, whispering, “Mom, he won’t mind.”
As if I was telling her, or telling myself.
Mom gently held my hand, nodding, “I know, he’s a good boy!
She paused, smiling. “You’ve been dating since high school. He waited for you at the alley every morning on his bicycle. Did you think I didn’t
know?
“Once, I saw him buy a meat sandwich for your breakfast!”
“He had twelve bucks, spent ten on the sandwich, and the rest on two soy milks. One for you, one for him;”
“You were so gullible and greedy then. He tricked you into believing he already ato, and you believed him. You ate the sandwich happity”
“Back then, poor Wesley was so pitiful, His parents divorced, and he was left alone, living like an orphan.”
“Those twelve bucks were probably his day’s allowance, and he spent it all on you without hesitation.”
“I thought then, my girl is lucky to find such a good guy.”
“He’s smart, kind, everything about him is good.”
