Chapter 7
In order to restore my company’s reputation, I had no choice but to release the provocative videos Susie once sent
- me.
Almost immediately after I posted them, Susie was bombarded with hate comments. Many flooded her old romantic posts, calling her a shameless home–wrecker.
As for Michael, the internet didn’t spare him either.
His phone number was leaked, and his private information was exposed. The relentless harassment forced him to shut off his phone and withdraw entirely from the online world.
Over time, his mental state deteriorated.
First, he became afraid to leave the house. Then, he couldn’t even bear to see people at all.
David and Kristen worked fast to suppress the news, but internet sleuths quickly dug up their past.
It revealed their involvement in bribery and corruption, and soon enough, the government agency they worked at took action. Instead of enjoying retirement, both were stripped of their positions and disgraced.
Meanwhile, my company flourished. Sales skyrocketed, and my net worth multiplied several times over.
Although I hadn’t seen Michael since the divorce, I heard rumors about his worsening condition. He spent his days either locked inside or wandering aimlessly.
David and Kristen tried to intervene, but he ignored them, drowning himself in the digital world.
Susie didn’t fare much better. Her family had always depended on Michael’s financial support, and with his downfall, she had no safety net.
When I filed for divorce, I also appealed for all the money spent on her during our marriage.
The only extravagant gift Michael ever bought her was a necklace, but the total amount was still enough to bankrupt her.
For my company’s annual gala, we chose the very venue where I once held my wedding.
This time, though, I wasn’t abandoned.
I was the center of attention.
Unexpectedly, as I wrapped up my speech, there Michael was.
It was the dead of winter, and snowflakes drifted through the night. He stood outside in tattered clothes, barely dressed for the cold.
The employees whispered among themselves, recognizing their former CEO.
Then, before I could react, he rushed toward me, excited.
Just as he was about to reach me, security intervened. He kept struggling, his voice filled with frantic emotion.
“Diana, Diana, please! I know I was wrong! Forgive me!
“Please, just one more chance!”
I didn’t respond.
Instead, for old times‘ sake, I instructed someone to call David and Kristen to take him away.
Chapter 7
When the event ended, I chose not to have my driver take me home.
Instead, I drove alone, following the winding roads down the mountain.
Returning along this path, my emotions were nothing like before.
As I neared my home, I noticed a young man moving into the house across the street.
“Hey there! I’m your new neighbor. Mind if we exchange numbers?”
