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Time enveloped everything, and all evidence came from all directions.
Suddenly, a WeChat voice message popped up.
Su Wanqing's laughter came through the static: "Sister Yue, I'm sorry, President Shen really likes me. These photos... he took them."
I bit my tongue, the metallic taste exploding in my mouth.
The rain fell harder, the lights blurred by the downpour.
In the distance, someone approached with an umbrella, but the figure swayed; it wasn't Shen Yichen.
I vaguely heard Su Wanqing's name being passed around in the crowd. Some laughed uproariously, while others embellished the story behind it and threw it at me.
Every voice, every light felt like a whip, striking me repeatedly, making it hard to breathe.
The child inside me seemed to protest; each breath felt like falling into an abyss.
Numbly, I retreated under a flower bed, my fingers gripping my phone tightly, the photos on the screen already blurred.
Then, Su Wanqing updated her Moments again with a glaring message: "The identity of the fiancée is officially announced."
The comments section was filled with applause; it was well-deserved. This was the power couple of the elite world making headlines.
And I had become the laughingstock of the circle.
Passersby cast looks of either pity or glee in my direction, and some even discreetly raised their phones to snap pictures.
The night wind swept by, cold as a knife.
My world had turned into a puddle of mud.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated again; an anonymous message pierced my heart: "President Lin, this scandal has backfired. You need to hold on."
I typed each word carefully into my Moments, deleting all the love letters and photos that Shen Yichen had sent me.
In the end, I left only two words: "Whatever."
My nails dug into my palms, the rain mixing with tears, making it impossible to tell one from the other.
I raised my eyes to the lights at the top of the building, my gaze filled only with silence and an indescribable stubbornness.
One day, I would make those two suffer even more than they did now.
Suddenly, the alarm blared sharply, and the lights in the building went out. In the darkness, the sound of rain grew increasingly violent.
On a rainy night, no one would lend an umbrella to a laughingstock.
I leaned against the flower bed, my phone buzzing incessantly. Unbearable messages popped up one after another, like needles piercing my skin.
Even breathing felt cold; my stomach churned as nausea began to rise.
Suddenly, a screenshot popped up in my WeChat chat box.
There it was, my profile picture glaring back at me, but the conversation content was terrifyingly unfamiliar.
"Stop pretending to be innocent. Shen Yichen's money and company were always meant to be mine."
"You’re just a mistress; you say you love him but secretly want to take his place."
Agreements, ambiguity, sarcasm—each sentence felt like I had typed it myself.
Su Wanqing sent a barrage of evidence, dozens of malicious screenshots flooding in.
Group chats within the circle, local forums, trending topics rolled by; netizens pounced like wild beasts.
Photos, videos, out-of-context recordings—every piece of "evidence" against me was shared and commented on en masse.
My wedding photos were dug up, their watermarks maliciously enlarged.
The comments section exploded.
"This is what happens when you act like a whore and still want to maintain a facade."
"Even pregnant, she can steal someone else's fiancé. This sister is truly something!"
Get out of the entertainment industry, Lin Yue!
The young mistress of a wealthy family truly has her ways; Su Wanqing was still too naive!
The screen wouldn’t scroll, and the keyboard felt like a knife, relentlessly cutting away.
Strangers were tearing me apart under my profile picture. One comment called me a "malicious female antagonist," while the next labeled me a "lost dog."
My head felt like it was filled with blood, and each breath felt like swallowing ice shards.
Suddenly, a phone call came in.
Shen Yichen.
His tone was as cold as stone: "Lin Yue, have you seen what’s online?"
My throat felt dry, and my fingers instinctively tightened.
What on earth is wrong with you? How can you be so shameless, colluding with others and making a fool of the entire company?
His accusations never required evidence; as long as the wind was blowing in that direction, it was enough.
"Shen Yichen, aren’t you going to ask for the truth?"
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