Buried Without His Regret Chapter 07
The news about Evangeline’s plagiarism exploded online and shot straight to the top of trending news.
Angry netizens started digging into her timeline with Frederick. From the time I was pregnant to when I was framed, every detail surfaced, each one stained with something ugly.
The Mueller Group’s phone lines were flooded with calls.
Even before the market opened, the stock was already signaling a collapse.
The board called an emergency meeting overnight and demanded an explanation from him.
Back at the Mueller’s residence, Caitlin and Christopher listened to the recording on their phone. Every word of Frederick’s threat to ruin Nicholas’ life hit like a hammer.
Caitlin’s face turned completely pale.
She thought about Mom’s broken state, about the pearl button she still held in her hand.
She said nothing. She went back to her room and quietly called a private investigator.
“I want the full truth and everything in detail about the plagiarism case involving Shannon three years ago.”
Meanwhile, Richard sat back casually, swirling a glass of red wine in his apartment.
He sent messages to several media contacts.
“Frederick’s mental state has been unstable lately. He’s shown serious violent tendencies. The board is already preparing to remove him.”
The rumors spread quietly, creeping everywhere before anyone could stop them.
Inside Frederick’s office, everything was in ruins.
He smashed anything within reach. Every symbol of success he shared with Evangeline was reduced to fragments.
But when his hand touched a small jewelry box, he stopped.
Inside was a pair of cufflinks I had bought for him with my first paycheck.
He clenched them tightly, the veins in his hand standing out as if he wanted to crush them.
He clenched them tightly, the veins in his hand standing out as if he wanted to crush them.
In the end, he loosened his grip and slipped them into his pocket.
He staggered over to the safe by the wall and entered a code he thought he had long forgotten.
It was our wedding anniversary.
The door opened. Inside, there was only a dusty photo album.
He opened it.
The first page held our wedding photo.
I was wearing a white dress, smiling brightly, my eyes filled with light and love.
Frederick reached out. His rough fingertips brushed gently over the curve of my smile in the photo.