BOOK3 Chapter8
In the following days, my situation continued to escalate online.
Streamers posted videos and statements, fiercely condemning me. The comment sections were flooded with insults, tearing me apart.
To avoid further trouble, I stayed inside, waiting.,
Waiting for Richard to uncover the truth.
Finally, one night, explosive news spread like wildfire.
“The city’s richest man, Richard, has turned himself in after killing his wife and brother. He is now in prison!”
As soon as the news broke, it went viral.
At the same time, the Williams Group’s official account released a pre–recorded video from Richard.
The video was concise, revealing the truth.
Richard stated that I had been falsely accused and that Jessica had maliciously fabricated everything.
He revealed that Jessica and his brother had been involved even before their marriage. In fact, the child Jessica was carrying was his brother’s.
Unable to accept this betrayal, Richard took their lives with his own hands.
At the end of the video, Richard bowed deeply, sincerely apologizing and clearing
my name.
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The video caused an immediate uproar.
Bloggers who had previously attacked me either deleted their posts or issued new
apologies.
In the comments section, those who had previously insulted me began to apologize, with many expressing sympathy and suggesting I start an account so they could offer their support.
Even James, who had separated from me and filed for divorce, showed up at my
door.
When I opened it, James stood there, remorseful, apologizing profusely: “Mary, I know the truth now. I’m sorry for how I misjudged you.”
His apology was sincere, but it didn’t move me at all.
I looked at him calmly and said: “Don’t you think your apology is a bit too late?”
“James, we’ve been married for years. Don’t you know who I am?”
“We’ve shared a life together. How could you believe such terrible things about
me based on the accusations of others?”
No matter how much Richard and others misunderstood or slandered me, I didn’t
care.
Because they didn’t matter to me, and their opinions couldn’t hurt me.
But James’s attitude was different. It cut me deeply.
I never imagined that the husband I loved would be so quick to judge me based on hearsay.
He didn’t even think to defend me. Instead, he publicly shattered my heart.
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keeing my reaction, James’s eyes filled with sorrow. He looked at me and
explained. “Mary, I’m sorry. I was blinded by anger and couldn’t think straight. I never meant to hurt you.”
As he spoke, James took out the wedding ring he had thrown away and nervously handed it to me: “I spent two days looking for this ring and finally found it.”
“Mary, I know I wronged you. I’ve torn up the divorce papers. Let’s start over. Let me spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”
James’s words were sincere, almost pleading.
He looked at me, hoping I would take the ring.
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But I shook my head, smiling coldly, and said: “It’s too late.”
“James, you said I trampled on your love. But didn’t you do the same?”
“If someone had spoken badly about you in front of me, I would’ve defended you
immediately.”
“Because I love you and know you, I would’ve believed in you unconditionally.”
“But you?”
“When I was most helpless, when I needed you the most, you chose to publicly trample on my character and my heart.”
“You drove a dagger into my heart.”
“From the moment you pushed me away, we were over.”
“Our marriage, like this ring, was discarded by you.”
“Leave, James. I don’t want to see you again.”
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With that, I closed the door, not wanting to say another word.
But James wouldn’t give up. Every day, he stood outside my building, relentlessly begging for my forgiveness.
But trust is a rare luxury. Once lost, it can never be reclaimed.
When I was at my lowest, James chose to turn against me.
That means he no longer deserves to stand by my side.
After sending James the divorce papers, I changed all my contact details.
I moved to a city where no one knew me and started over.
This time, I would leave the past behind and embrace a life that truly belonged to
- me.
