Chapter 10%
Until someone pointed it out, “Isn’t that Chairwoman Hathaway, the one who led the rescue operations during last year’s flood?“%
In the video, I looked disheveled, yet I was still shielding my daughter. Meanwhile, Paul and Dakota stood tall with smug arrogance, tossing cash and humiliating others, every second of it caught clearly on camera.
Within minutes, the trending topics exploded.
#Jacksonville’s Wealthiest Couple at War
#Disaster Relief Heroine Bullied by Scum
#Paul and Dakota Get Out of Jacksonville
Comments poured in across the internet, with the public fiercely defending me.}
“Chairwoman Hathaway donated 300 million for flood relief and even carried supplies herself! How dare they treat her like that?“}
“Unbelievable. These two are beyond disgusting!“}
“Since when did wealth mean poor people should be trampled like this? We demand an investigation!”
“Dakota’s plastic face probably cracked in rage when she realized who she was messing with!“}
Before long, every filthy secret tied to Dakota was dragged into the light.
Her so–called socialite persona crumbled overnight, her education was bought, her family background entirely fabricated, and that face she flaunted with such pride had been under the knife more than twenty times.
But the real blow came when old nightclub photos surfaced, heavy makeup, fishnet stockings, perched on the lap of some bloated patron. A far cry from the graceful image she had crafted for herself.
Her social media was flooded with outrage and was soon taken down. Brand deals cut her off without hesitation, and even the beauty clinics she frequented scrambled to clear their name.
“This clinic has never provided services to Ms. Stewart.”
Three days later, I saw a headline: splashed with paint by debt collectors after defaulting on her loans. Her million–dollar face was disfigured, ghostly pale under the harsh sunlight.
Paul’s fall was even harsher.}
I froze every asset under his name, including the thirty million he tried to quietly shift overseas. His business empire collapsed like dominoes. Without cash flow, his partners vanished overnight.
The worst part? Once word spread that he was broke, the mistresses he’d scattered across various cities came crawling out of the woodwork, demanding compensation.
The young model released chat logs where he vowed to marry her.
A flight attendant posted a timeline proving he had been juggling six women at once.
And a low–tier actress even dropped an audio recording of them in bed, scheming how to manipulate me.”
By the time the court resumed, Paul sat on the defendant’s bench, unshaven, defeated, a far cry from the man he once pretended to be.
As the judge read the verdict, he turned toward me, eyes glistening with tears.
“Brie, we’ve been married for five years. Can’t you give me another chance?”
I held my daughter’s hand and stood, walking away without even glancing back.
Behind me, his voice cracked into a pitiful scream.
“Brie! You’re ruthless!“}
Ruthless?!
Compared to what my daughter endured in that kindergarten, this was nothing.
We moved into a mountaintop estate, far away from the mess.
Security was tight. The garden bloomed with her favorite sunflowers, and the outdoor pool became her private paradise.
On moving day, a swarm of uninvited guests arrived.
All those wealthy men who once clung to Paul, calling him “brother,” now rushed to flatter me instead.
“Whatever the little lady needs in the future, just say the word!“}
“If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask!”
I turned them all away.
They weren’t here out of goodwill; they were simply afraid of being scorched after cozying up to Paul. Now they wanted to beg for my forgiveness.
But I stayed calm. In the business world, everyone wore a mask.
Thankfully, Margot adapted quickly.”
Her new teachers were warm and attentive, and her classmates were cheerful and kind.”
She came home every day full of stories.
“Mama! The teacher said my drawing was beautiful today!“}
But at night, when the world turned quiet, she would still whisper softly, “When is Daddy coming to see me?“}
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But at night, when the world tumed quiet, she would still whisper softly, “When is Daddy coming to see me?”
I stroked her hair and gently replied, “Daddy went to work very far away, sweetheart.“}
By now, Paul should’ve been sitting in a prison cell on the outskirts of Jacksonville, receiving the little “gift” I’d carefully prepared.
As for Dakota and her sons, they were holed up in the countryside, clinging to their tiny plot of land. Who knew how much longer they could survive?
That rotten, collapsing face of hers probably couldn’t withstand another procedure.
A year later, I established the Anti–Bullying Foundation for Children.}
At the inaugural press conference, a reporter asked why I’d chosen to start it.
I glanced at my well–behaved daughter seated below the stage and smiled gently.§
“Because every child deserves to be treated with kindness.“}
The cameras flashed like a wave of light.
In that moment, a memory from years ago surfaced, our wedding day, Paul on one knee, vowing, “I’ll never make you cry in this lifetime.“>
Looking back now, what a cruel joke.
But it no longer mattered.§
The road ahead was still long.
And the happiness of Margot and me was only just beginning.”
