Nathan almost collapsed when he heard my logic. He looked at me and said, “I don’t even know you! What connection could we possibly have?”
Nathan almost collapsed when he heard my logic. He looked at me and said, “I don’t even know you! What connection could we
possibly have?”
I insisted the police investigate. “Are you absolutely sure you have no connection to me? But your mother also said there’s a witne-
ss who can prove I had an abortion. Please, officers, investigate thoroughly.”
Left with no choice, under my relentless persistence, Nathan’s mother had to publicly call the clinic. The clinic manager arrived with several years of patient records. The police scoured them, confirming there was no information about me whatsoever. Howe-
ver, they did indeed find records of Fiona’s abortions. Not just one–she had five that year.
Fearing I would continue to probe, Nathan’s mother voluntarily stepped onto the stage and bowed deeply to me, apologizing. She
said she had mistakenly identified the wrong person earlier, that her son had only had a sugar daddy relationship with Fiona, not
Chloe Bellwether at all.
Nathan also stated that he didn’t know me at all. He had only seen me twice in college, finding me pretty, but each time he saw
me, it was outside the library. He thought I was too studious, so he kept his distance.
After their public clarification, I looked up at Mrs. Rhodes, pulling out the live–stream video I had recorded earlier. “Everything you
said today has been recorded. These are all lies. You wait. I’m going to sue you.”
The moment the words left my lips, the hall erupted in thunderous applause. Everyone present stood up, as if celebrating my victo-
- ry. I raised my head and addressed the crowd: “The groom just said that if these rumors were true, he wouldn’t marry me. Now that
they’ve been proven false, I no longer wish to marry him either. We were together for six years. I was with him every day during
college, yet even so, he still didn’t believe me. I don’t need a husband like that.”
My gaze shifted to Julian and my mother–in–law. Both their faces had turned green. Julian rushed over, his smile stiff. “Baby, don’t
be silly. The misunderstandings have been cleared up. Let’s continue the wedding.”
I scoffed. “Didn’t you hear your mother call me a slutty fox? We’ve known each other for years, don’t you know what kind of person I
am? Yet when your mother insulted me, you didn’t say a single word. Let’s get divorced.”
I was about to announce that everyone should enjoy the food and drink, and that the wedding was canceled today. But then my
parents walked over.
“Chloe, have you lost your mind?” My father’s voice, usually authoritative, was laced with fury. “Look at what you’ve done today! It’s
such a small thing. She said something, so she said it. Couldn’t you just let it go? Today is your wedding day, and you insisted on calling the police and divorcing him. You’re truly a disgrace!”
My face burned with a fiery pain. But even more painful than my face was my heart. In my previous life, when everyone was sland- ering me, my father had also called. I thought he would comfort me, but instead, he tore into me, screaming that there’s no smoke
without fire, that it takes two to tango. If I hadn’t done anything, why would people talk about me and not someone else? When I
divorced and sought my family’s protection, my father instead threw me out. He said I had disgraced the family, and he would no
longer acknowledge me as his daughter.
Now, I had cleared my name, yet he thought I was making a mountain out of a molehill. Hooked at him coldly and asked, “Dad, am I not your biological daughter? If someone else’s daughter was slandered, even if they didn’t get into a physical fight, they’d at least say something, wouldn’t they? You heard how viciously that woman slandered me, yet you blamed me. Is it because you’re having
an affair with her?”
“What the hell are you talking about?!” My father was enraged, immediately slapping me across the face. My mother, in a panic, burst out, “Chloe, how can you spread rumors about your father? He has absolutely no connection to Mrs. Rhodes!”
I said calmly, “Dad, you just said a single sentence. If she said something about you, she said it. Why are you getting angry? Couldn’t you just bear with it?”
My father trembled with rage, his finger pointed at me. “Chloe Bellwether, I don’t have a daughter like you!”
In this life, I still divorced and cut ties with my parents. But surprisingly, no one blamed me. The live stream from the wedding cont- inued, and my method of dealing with rumors quickly went viral online. Everyone praised my bravery and criticized my parents and ex–fiancé for not trusting me.
“She’s so strong, that girl! That’s exactly how it should be done.”
“I truly don’t understand why parents would do that. If my parents heard someone slandering me, they’d definitely go slap them.”
“That old auntie is something else! Accusing others of being prostitutes, but turns out her own daughter was the real one. What a satisfying storyline!”
The incident also reached my workplace. Just as I feared the negative publicity would cost me my job, my supervisor actually ask- ed if I was willing to work abroad for a few years, with a promotion waiting for me upon my return. Of course, I was willing.
