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My husband, Jackson Blair, went around calling me a slut just because I refused to let the widow Rosalie Presley move into our home.
By the next morning, my nude photos were all over the internet.
Customers came into the barbecue restaurant every day just to hurl insults
at me.
“You slut, do you have an STD or what?”
“Whose bed will you sneak into tonight?”
I broke down and agreed to let Rosalie move in, just begging Jackson to speak up for me.
But Jackson kicked me away with disgust and said in a cold voice, “She cried for three days because of you. Her eyes are swollen. You deserve this.”
But when I handed him the divorce papers, he started slapping himself hard across the face.
“I’ll clear up all those false rumors about you. I’ll make it up to you, too. Please don’t divorce me!”
I looked at him with no emotion. “Jackson, I never want anything to do with you again.”
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Smack! A tall and heavyset woman knocked me down with a slap.
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Her face was round and angry, and she looked like she wanted to tear me
apart.
“You homewrecker! How dare you steal my husband? Don’t you have any shame? He barely makes enough to live on, and you’re taking what little
he has!”
held my cheek, which was stinging badly, completely lost in the
moment.
“I never seduced your husband. I don’t even know who he is. People are just spreading lies.”
She didn’t believe a word. She crouched beside me, grabbed my chin roughly, and spat right in my face.
I looked out the window, watching the street. Jackson usually walked past the restaurant after work, and around this time was usually when he passed by.
Just when I was about to give up hope, I saw him walking by.
I stood up shakily, rushed to the door, and grabbed his arm.
“Jackson, please say something. If you just tell the truth, I’ll divorce you and disappear from both your and Rosalie’s life forever, okay?”
Even after 10 years of marriage, part of me still couldn’t believe he’d treat me so heartlessly.
Jackson looked annoyed, his voice cold and sharp.
“I never planned to end our marriage. I just wanted to teach you a lesson.
“Giselle, since you were heartless enough to turn away a pregnant woman like Rosalie, I wanted you to understand just how hard life can be for a woman.”
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At that moment, customers from the barbecue restaurant rushed outside, accompanied by the same tall and fat woman from earlier.
Jackson pushed me away again like I meant nothing.
The woman threw a pile of photos at me in anger.
“You still want to deny it? These photos prove everything! Aren’t you ashamed? You’re married and still chasing someone else’s husband!”
One photo slid to my feet. I picked it up and froze.
This photo was taken back in college when I had been drugged and harassed in a bar while desperately trying to secure Jackson’s chance to go
abroad.
I remembered him fighting off others fiercely back then, trying to take that photo away.
But now, Jackson had made tens of thousands of copies and spread them all just to take out his frustration over Rosalie.
My hands trembled so badly that I couldn’t even hold onto the photo. I looked at Jackson, my eyes red and full of disbelief.
“You really… spread this photo around?”
Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
The rest of the photos were all AI fabrications. I still thought there might be hope to fix things.
But this one… this picture reminded me of one of the worst times in my life. I felt worthless, trapped in a shadow I couldn’t escape. It haunted me for years.
“Answer me!” I cried, my voice cracking in a desperate scream.
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For a moment, my pitiful state seemed to soften his gaze. His expression grew gentler, and just as he was about to speak, a phone call interrupted him.
“Jackson, I honestly don’t know how to thank you for the six beachfront villas you gave me and the kids.”
