Chapter 85
Traffic still flowed steadily along the highway, even in the dead of night.
Charlotte cruised with her window down, letting the cool breeze wash over her. The wind carried hints of flowers from somewhere distant. Streetlights stretched endlessly ahead, a glowing pathway into the darkness.
She hadn’t lied to Zarek–she really was heading to her grandmother’s.
The video response they’d originally planned for Summer to record–after thinking it through, Charlotte had decided to do it herself.
Maybe this was the final round in this ugly fight.
She could tell Issac was exhausted too.
With any luck, by the time she returned, he’d have come to his senses and they could finally put an end to this mess.
Fearing that Evelyn and the Granthams might try something desperate, she needed to get out of the city for a few days. No sense in a unicorn trying to take on a pride of lions directly.
Meanwhile.
Both the Woods and Granthams had seen Charlotte’s counterattack.
They were absolutely livid.
In their fury, they’d forgotten something important: Charlotte was a recent Harmonex executive. She hadn’t been gone long enough for IT to revoke her access to the company’s social accounts.
Even if they had, she still had loyal staffers at the penthouse.
And Issac himself might have given her backdoor access.
Amanda called Issac repeatedly, but he wouldn’t pick up.
Howard glared at her, his face stone–cold. “You should never have let that Grantham tramp manipulate you. Look at this disaster. Not only have you humiliated us, but the company’s taking a massive hit. How the hell did I end up with such a clueless wife?”
Amanda had already spent the day feeling cornered and miserable. Her son was treating her like an enemy, and now her husband was piling on. Something inside her finally snapped.
“Yeah, I’m clueless! Why don’t you just upgrade to someone smarter? Oh wait, you already have–Sophia Wright has been keeping your bed warm abroad all these years, hasn’t she? Why not just move that homewrecker and her bastard into the Wood mansion? Make her the new Mrs. Wood and let her brat inherit everything!”
CRACK!
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Howard slapped her hard across the face. “Who the hell are you calling a homewrecker and a bastard?”
Amanda touched her cheek, stunned that he’d actually hit her,
She laughed bitterly. At least Charlotte lives life on her own terms. What did I get for turning a blind eye for twenty, years? You playing house abroad with your mistress while I sit here alone maintaining your precious family image. And now I’m ‘clueless on top of it all. Yeah, I guess I am. Truly, truly clueless.”
She turned and headed upstairs, defeated.
“Amanda…”
Howard immediately regretted hitting her. They’d kept the peace for so many years, he shouldn’t have crossed that
line.
The moment Amanda closed her bedroom door, her phone rang–Evelyn, calling like a loan shark after missed payments.
She’d already ignored several calls downstairs, but Evelyn was relentless.
She locked the door before answering. “Instead of harassing me, maybe focus on damage control for this PR nightmare!”
Evelyn’s voice oozed menace. “You think I’m worried? Just because she shot down your evidence doesn’t mean everyone automatically believes her. I know plenty of ways to muddy the waters. But that’s not why I’m calling. I wanted to let you know that if Issac doesn’t agree to marry me, your dirty laundry will be next to air.”
Amanda’s hand trembled so badly she dropped the phone, collapsing to the floor alongside it
She scrambled to pick it up, trying to control her fear and anger. “I’ve done everything you asked! Now my entire family treats me like a criminal! I’m already paying the price! Besides, you’ve seen it yourself–I have zero influence over Issac. He doesn’t listen to a damn word I say!”
Evelyn: “Not my problem. You have one week.”
Click
Amanda slumped against the wall, feeling like she’d been dunked in ice water. She tried to stand but her legs gave
out.
If Howard discovered that secret… he might actually use it as an excuse to bring that woman and her son into the Wood household, letting them steal what rightfully belonged to her child.
No. Absolutely not!
Over i
the next t
days.
The online debate raged like wildfire.
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At first, most people found Charlotte’s response compelling and credible.
But gradually, contradicting voices emerged.
Anonymous accounts claiming to be Harmonex employees posted that Charlotte was just playing a part–all fake sympathy in her video but showing her true colors during the airport confrontation.
Then someone pretending to be a hotel employer pointed out “evidence” that Charlotte’s video was doctored. They provided seemingly concrete details: the hotel entrance columns were under renovation that day and wrapped in protective covering, which wasn’t visible in her video–suggesting tampering
More such “witnesses” kept popping up.
Social media influencers specializing in celebrity drama pounced on the story. Each one transformed into a self–appointed detective, scrutinizing tiny details, making wild speculations, and delivering theories with absolute certainty–as if they alone had cracked the case.
One tech blogger took a different angle, pointing out that with today’s Al technology, face–swapping was trivial. Manipulating video, altering voices, or faking chat logs was child’s play.
Suddenly, both sides‘ evidence seemed questionable.
Eventually, even body language experts and psychologists joined the feeding frenzy, happy to boost their profiles
with hot takes.
Ordinary followers grew increasingly confused about what to believe.
The discussion reached fever pitch.
Public opinion split down the middle.
Some backed Charlotte.
Their logic: even if everything else was questionable, the marriage certificate was real. She was indisputably the
lawful wife.
And from the evidence presented, Evelyn wasn’t nearly as innocent as Amanda claimed–she had all the classic signs of a homewrecker.
Plus, the fact that Issac contradicted his mother publicly at this critical moment suggested that Charlotte hadn’t “disappointed” him as claimed. His tone indicated guilt, not resentment.
Others rallied behind Evelyn.
Their reasoning: the wealthy heiress had a more passionate, genuine approach to love. Maybe she truly didn’t realize she was becoming “the other woman.” Once she fell for him, it was too late to back out. She was willing to kneel for love, to silently endure public humiliation–clearly, her feelings ran deep.
They also questioned: if Evelyn had hurt Amanda before, why would Amanda defend her now? It made no sense.
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This spectacle continued for days.
Users waited eagerly for the next “episode” in the saga.
Yet strangely, all the key players went completely silent.
Rex and Liam monitored developments daily, quietly briefing Zarek.
Zarek listened carefully each time, though his reactions remained measured.
Early morning.
Charlotte rose from bed and stretched on the balcony, watching waves crash against the shore.
She hadn’t checked social media these past few days–her phone remained off and buried in her bag.
But she could guess how things were playing out.
The online world had its own rules–once you knew the playbook, your opponents could use the same tactics. The result was always a swirl of truth and lies, clarity lost in the chaos.
Two nights ago, she’d driven all night, reaching her grandmother’s coastal home by morning.
After eating something, she’d crashed for nearly twenty–four hours.
Only today was she starting to feel human again.
Her grandmother’s place sat in a small fishing village, with direct access to the beach. Her parents had been staying here for several days already. Her father was out at sea with her uncle, while her mother helped her grandmother prepare fish for drying
Elisabeth Holland and Elaine watched Charlotte exercising on the second–floor terrace, both sighing heavily.
“Our
daughter’s being dragged through the mud, and we can’t even protect her.” Elaine said, frustration evident in her voice. Suddenly, she paused, a thought taking shape. She turned to her mother, still holding a fish. “Mom, what if… we go to Los Angeles and tell the Lowells about Charlotte? If we can’t shield her from this, they certainly can.”
