"Damon, how could you do this to ?" Ariel swiped at the tears in the corner of her eyes, Instead of answering my question, she looked at Damon with teary
eyes.
All she needed was Damon to defend her, if he did, she wouldn’t have to feel so wronged.
However, it was clear that Damon didn’t love her.
"You ssed up. So you should apologize". Damon’s tone was stern.
"I didn’t do anything wrong! She snatched my bouquet and then pushed down!" Ariel stubbornly refuted, "You’re just favoring her because you can’t get over her. If that’s the case, then why did you compromise with ?"
Damon lost his patience, irritably snapping. "Shut up! It’s not your place to tell what to do!"
Ariel burst into tears. She wanted to fra but ended up losing face in front of . She glared at with hatred. I knew she was going to bla this on again.
As expected, Ariel bit out, "Eliana, are you satisfied now? Isn’t this what you wanted?"
"Firstly, you started this. Secondly, I don’t even want to see you, let alone your so-called results" I responded indifferently.
Ariel covered her face as she cried and ran out. Except for Karen, who followed her out, everyone else just stood there.
Damon shot Jones a cold glance, as if he were looking at an enemy.
I didn’t want to see the two of them at odds in front of , so I quickly left the lounge
Jones called out to . "Eliana!"
I stopped and turned to him, "What is it?"
"Nothing Just go". Jones shook his head, his smile faint.
I knew he wanted to say sothing, but I also understood that nothing needed to be said anymore. Any more words would only make things harder for both of us
I purposely avoided looking at Damon. Ever since he decided to collaborate with Nancy, I didn’t want to see him anymore. Their charity foundation, focusing on heart diseases, was to commorate Karina.
After leaving the lounge, Sofia’s wedding was about to end. After a dance, she rushed over to check on .
"It’s okay Ariel’s gone "I replied. Even though she didn’t apologize to , she must have been frustrated.
"She is ridiculously shaless!" Luna cursed angrily
"Today is Sofia’s wedding day! Don’t get mad over soone insignificant." I said, smiling calmly
Even though Sofia and the others decided to let it go for now, after the wedding, Sofia requested the footage and gave a copy
I understood Sofia’s intention. Once I got ho, I imdiately reviewed the footage and quickly found a suitable angle. In slow motion, the video clearly showed Ariel’s actions at the ti.
I captured all the key fras and saved them, I had a hunch that Ariel would stir up trouble over this again.
And Ariel proved right.
I received a lawsuit while I was at the company Ariel claid that I intentionally made her fall in public, causing her right shoulder injury
She also claid that I humiliated her in public, damaging her image and reputation. Therefore, she demanded not only compensation for dical expenses but also for emotional distress, reputation damage, and other costs.
When I received the lawsuit, this information was also made public. The amount Ariel demanded was very small, especially for emotional distress. It was only one dollar.
The ssage was clear. She was determined to make admit my mistake and apologize.
When the public saw this amount, everyone believed she was treated unfairly.
Suddenly, I was labeled as the ’petty ex-wife’ in public opinion. People began to criticize online for being sly and cruel.
The most popular comnt was, "How could you expect a girl from a humble background to compete with a rich girl who grew up fighting in a wealthy family?"
My past with Ariel was dug up again. So even said that all the negative news about Ariel before was fabricated by .
Ariel was really talented at guiding public opinion
My assistant ca to ask , "Ms. Brooks, what should we do about this?"
"Call the public relations departnt" I replied calmly
I had the evidence, so I had nothing to fear. I didn’t have the ti or the mood to waste with her. All I needed to do was present the evidence directly
While I was discussing this with the PR team, Joshua called, but my phone was on silent, so I didn’t hear it.
By the ti I saw the four missed calls on my phone, it had already been an hour since I called back, but no one answered.
So I sent a ssage. "Joshua, what’s up?"
Joshua didn’t reply; he must have been busy. I checked the ti and was ready to leave work. That’s when Damon called, but I declined. I lost count of how many tis I blacklisted him.
To completely avoid Damon, I went back to my apartnt.
The elevator doors slowly opened. As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I saw Damon standing in the corridor, smoking After seeing , he casually threw the cigarette on the ground and stamped it out
"What do you want?" I didn’t move, keeping my distance from Damon.
"You blacklisted again, didn’t you?" Damon asked coldly
I ntally called him a ’psycho! then turned to go back to the elevator to stay in another house.
But Damon strode after . He grabbed my hand tightly before I could enter the elevator, preventing from leaving.
His voice was deep. "Don’t you want to know how your father is doing?"
Every ti he ntioned my father, I couldn’t ignore him.
Over the years, my family had accumulated substantial wealth and social prestige. Even though we were facing difficulties now, our family wouldn’t collapse overnight.
But I couldn’t see my father, I wasn’t even allowed normal visitation rights because they said his case was special.
"How...how is my father doing?" Unable to control myself, I finally asked the question.
"His situation ain’t looking too good. He’s been set up. His life in the slamr is sure to be rough." Damon’s words hit like a ton of bricks.
Every ti I thought about my dad being in pain, it ripped apart.
Blinking back the tears, I managed to ask, "How’d you find out? Did you do so snooping around?"
Damon just smirked, "I didn’t have to lift a finger, soone spilled the beans. You should know that if your family wants to get out of this pickle, I’m your only shot"
I know that all too well. Even though the Coleman s were in the business world, they were a force to be reckoned with. If Damon was willing to step in, there was a chance my dad’s case could turn around.
In the five years we had been married, Damon must’ve built a solid network through my dad.
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