My Husband Faked Our Marriage So I Destroyed His Empire Chapter 07
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The hashtags dominated the trending list. Condemnation swept the city. Public opinion went completely out of control.
Someone dug up Chloe’s social feed. Likes and shares shot into the tens of thousands.
The comments were furious.
“A mistress’s daughter flaunting her affair online? Shameless.”
“This is insane. Forging a marriage certificate? Trash couple.”
“Stealing someone’s title and inheritance wasn’t enough? They scattered her mother’s ashes too? That whole family is rotten.”
“I remember shipping that grand wedding. Turns out it was all a scam. Adrian’s devotion was fake. Disgusting.”
Media outlets published one critical article after another. Relationship bloggers led the backlash.
Relatives, Adrian’s friends, old Shaw family connections, and everyone who had mocked me at the banquet suddenly rushed to distance themselves.
“We were fooled by Chloe’s innocent act. Who knew she was that vicious?”
“I always felt something was off about her. I was blind to defend her.”
Chloe’s name was ruined.
People pointed at her in the street. Some threw vegetables, some spat at her. She was cornered and cursed even when she tried to buy groceries, until she no longer dared to show her face.
Back at the villa, Adrian was still drowning in regret and collapse.
Then his assistant called.
The man sounded close to tears.
“Mr. Whitmore! Something terrible happened! Ms. Shaw sold all the Whitmore Group shares you transferred to her, plus the original Shaw Group shares she inherited. Our biggest competitor bought them all!”
“Whitmore Group and Shaw Group shares are crashing. The banks have pulled their loans. Suppliers are surrounding the company building. Both groups are collapsing!”
Adrian froze, his blood turning cold.
The truth cut him apart like a knife.
He finally understood.
I was not throwing a tantrum.
I was not acting out in a moment of anger.
I truly meant to destroy him.
I meant to make him pay the worst possible price for everything he had done.
Adrian slowly sank to his knees against the wall, his face deathly pale.
Meanwhile, at the hospital, the shock caused Chloe to go into premature labor.
She labored for three days and three nights before giving birth.
When she woke up, news of Whitmore Group and Shaw Group’s collapse had already spread across the city.
Chloe learned the truth, saw herself hated by the entire internet, and watched her life fall apart.
She could no longer keep up the sweet, obedient act.
She rushed to the villa like a madwoman.
The moment she entered, she screamed, her face twisted.
“Adrian! It’s all over! The company is gone, the money is gone, my reputation is ruined!”
“This is all because of you! You destroyed me!”
Adrian was already drowning in regret and pain. Her screaming snapped the last thread of his patience.
His eyes red, he shouted back:
“Shut up! If you hadn’t driven a wedge between us, if you hadn’t played innocent and manipulated me into faking a marriage with Evie, how would I have ended up like this?”
“Evie turned down the project appointment. The clients heard she wasn’t coming and left immediately. Do you know how much that cost the company?”
It was the first time he had ever yelled at Chloe like that.
Chloe froze.
Then grievance filled her eyes.
“Did I force you? You wanted it too. You’re the one who didn’t push me away when I climbed into your bed. You’re the one who said you wanted revenge on Evelyn.”
“You were the one who asked for the fake marriage certificate. You were the one who said you wanted her to raise my child and lose the chance to have her own.”
“Now that everything blew up, you’re blaming me? Adrian, you’re disgusting. You’re the selfish, vicious one.”
“Shut your mouth!”
Adrian trembled with rage and raised his hand to slap her.
But Chloe snatched up the baby and backed away, screaming:
“Hit me! Hit me and kill us both! You don’t care about us anyway!”
Adrian’s hand froze in midair.
At last it dropped heavily onto the arm of the sofa.
He looked at the sharp-tongued, ugly-hearted woman before him, then thought of Evelyn, gentle and quiet, once full of love for him, enduring so much because of him.
Regret, pain, despair, and unwillingness crushed him all at once.
He fell to the floor, pressed the back of his hand against his eyes, and shook violently.
At the same time, in a hospital room, Evelyn’s father suffered a stroke after learning that Shaw Group had collapsed and that all the truth had been exposed.
The diagnosis was a cerebral infarction.
He would likely spend the rest of his life confined to a hospital bed.
Through several intermediaries, he managed to contact me.
His voice trembled.
“Evie, Dad was wrong. I failed you and your mother…”
“I was blind. I favored them. I ruined both your lives. Can you forgive me just once?”
On the other end of the line, he sobbed and begged.
I held the phone in silence for a long time.
There was no ripple in my heart.
“Dad, back then, you personally turned around and married Lydia. You watched Mom and me be bullied, insulted, and driven out. You never said a single word for us.”
“You called my mother a mistress. You called me an illegitimate daughter unworthy of the Shaw name.”
“Even the ashes I’ve worshipped all these years weren’t Mom’s. They were powdered milk.”
My voice was calm.
“You were right. We were never family.”
“This is the last time I’ll call you Dad.”
“From now on, whatever happens to the Shaw family has nothing to do with me, Evelyn.”
I hung up without hesitation.
Some wounds, once inflicted, can never be forgiven.
Some family ties, once broken, can never be repaired.
What he owed my mother and me, he could spend the rest of his life regretting.