Chapter 6
That live broadcast quickly dominated the top trending searches of the day.
Quintus’s and Vanessa’s social media accounts were instantly flooded with hate comments.
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Comments poured in. “How shameless. Your wife was pregnant and had a blood clotting disorder, yet you chose to save your
mistress? She’s not even prettier than your wife.”
Someone replied, “Men who want to cheat will convince themselves that anything is better than what they have. Girl, just divorce
him and live your best life.”
Quintus had always been full of arrogance. He couldn’t stand being criticized.
He jumped into the comments himself, arguing with anyone who insulted him. The whole thing was in chaos.
“This guy calls himself a CEO? With this level of intelligence, I can’t imagine how badly his company is doing.”
“If this guy actually takes his company public, I’ll do a handstand and wash my hair with my feet.”
The chaos went on for days, but online trends moved fast. Eventually, the heat died down.
What I never expected was for Quintus to come looking for me.
After the disastrous press conference, I had already moved out of that so–called home. I wasn’t working due to my health, so I
was staying in a friend’s vacant apartment.
I wasn’t sure what Quintus had said to my friend, but somehow, she ended up giving him my address.
When I opened the door, I felt a bit dazed. I remembered how desperately he had rushed to save Vanessa during the earthquake, and I thought back to all the promises he had made me. I had always believed we would grow old together. I never imagined we
would end up here.
We stood facing each other, like bitter enemies. He impatiently handed me a card. “There’s three million dollars on this card, a compensation for the child I lost. You’ve made your scene, and I’ve paid the price. Isn’t that enough?”
He actually thought three million dollars could replace a child. I mocked him in return. “In your eyes, is a child just a price tag? What about Vanessa’s child? How much does that one cost?”
His face darkened. “Are you threatening me? If you dare to touch Nessa, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”
He paused and added, “There’s one more thing. I need you to go public and say everything before was just you throwing a tantrum. The company is about to go public. This scandal has come at the worst time. Losing my job is the least of my worries, but if the company gets hit with this, they’ll make me pay! Do you want to ruin me?”
It was typical of his male chauvinism. Even now, he thought that with a few words, I would forgive him.
