Sweet Revenge: Kissing the CEO's Uncle - Chapter 13
On the thirtieth day of the new marriage, Scarlet secretly posted many embarrassing and disheveled photos of me online to vent Margot’s anger.
In the photos, my cheeks were swollen, and I desperately clutched the remaining scraps of clothing over my chest, kneeling on the ground.
Calmly, I saved each photo, using them as evidence, and documented the events.
Scarlet was exposed. By then, she had a very stable job and was engaged to her boyfriend of five years.
As the situation escalated, she was criticized and trended on social media. The matter quickly spread to the small town, leading to her dismissal and forced relocation.
Her boyfriend’s parents couldn’t accept her past, resulting in a breakup.
Meanwhile, her brother was about to marry a wealthy girl, and the family chose to sever ties with her.
Scarlet directly implicated Margot, claiming that Margot was jealous of my top scores and had her falsely accuse me of cheating and bully me to vent Margot’s anger. She also said Margot’s father bribed the teachers to deliberately suppress and isolate me.
Public opinion reached a peak, and the teachers were exposed, their lives becoming chaotic.
Amidst the storm, several of Margot’s father’s business collaborations were halted, and her family was blacklisted.
Someone even reported multiple illegal activities by her father, gradually uncovering more scandals, leading to an announced public investigation.
Soon, even Wilder, who usually didn’t pay attention to these matters, found out. It was from this day forward.
Wilder, who had always been displeased with me, seemed changed, for the first time not opposing me at the company.
When Damien returned, he held me tightly, burying his head in my neck, his hands repeatedly stroking my hair, his voice damp and hoarse.
“Honey, all these years, you’ve worked hard.”
It was the first time he called me honey.
His voice was truly pleasant, calling me honey made one involuntarily happy.
Damien’s vitality improved slightly after changing medication, and everything seemed to be heading in a positive direction.
Suddenly.
On a bright morning.
We bought groceries at the supermarket, and he smiled, saying he would cook his specialty dish for me. I was full of anticipation.
After getting into the car, Damien planned to take a short nap, but he never woke up.
I calmly arranged Damien’s funeral.
According to his wishes, everything was kept simple.
Compared to Wilder’s heart-wrenching cries, I seemed more like a cold, emotionless machine.
I repeatedly reviewed the guide Damien wrote for us, sending a copy to Wilder as well.
I had long learned through comments about several major changes at Shaw Group.
These were originally the advantages this world bestowed upon Wilder.
Following Damien’s wishes, I quietly accompanied Wilder through challenges, stabilizing Shaw Group.
