Page 2 of He wrote fake bullet comments to steal my marriage

Ninety-nine Rolls-Royce Phantoms lined up neatly downstairs. Jaxon stepped out from the driver's seat, his custom black suit accentuating his tall, upright figure.

The rear door opened, and surprisingly, a sweet-looking young woman emerged, following closely behind Jaxon. The two appeared quite intimate.

I froze in place. In my previous life, Jaxon had been a devoted, faithful husband who cherished his wife.

But who was this woman clinging to him?

The bullet comments appeared before my eyes again.

Jaxon is so outrageous, bringing his mistress even to his wedding. Is this supposed to intimidate the female lead?

I heard Jaxon has over a dozen mistresses like this at home. What a pervert.

The female lead should escape before he comes upstairs. She should call Julius quicklythis is her last chance.

Watching the constantly scrolling comments, all convinced this woman was a kept mistress, I actually calmed down.

I observed carefully through the window and noticed that although she stayed close to Jaxon, she maintained a certain distance.

The haute couture embroidered gown she wore had hand-sewn pearls on the hemclearly the one-of-a-kind piece that Chanel had auctioned for an astronomical price last Christmas.

Such refinement and nobilityhow could it possibly belong to a kept mistress?

Understanding dawned on me, and I calmly sat back on the bed.

Steady footsteps echoed on the wooden stairs, stopping abruptly at my door. Jaxon turned the handle, but the door wouldn't budge.

His voice penetrated the door, cold and distant. "Ms. Easterlin, if you don't want to marry me because of the rumors, just say so. What's the meaning of this?"

I hurried to open the door, but the moment my fingertips touched the cold lock, I felt something foreign stuck in the keyhole. I suddenly remembered Julius's smug smile before leavingit must have been his doing.

Now Jaxon would definitely think I was deliberately humiliating him. Cold sweat instantly broke out on my back.

In my previous life, though Jaxon was protective of his family, he showed no mercy to those who deceived him.

Sure enough, his voice outside suddenly turned menacing. "You're the first person to shut me out."

The bullet comments began flooding my vision again.

The female lead is doomed now. She's offended the psychoshe's in for torture.

Sigh, she could still leave now, but she won't listen to advice.

Watching the gloating comments, I took a deep breath.

A mere door thinks it can trap me? I'm someone who's died once!

I gripped my dress hem, stepped back three paces, then charged forward and kicked the door open with all my might.

"CRASH!" The door thundered to the ground, drawing gasps of amazement from everyone at the entrance.

Momentum carried me forward uncontrollably toward Jaxon, but his warm palms caught me steadily.

I slowly lifted my eyes to meet his gaze. In his pupils, an emotion like starlight flickered and vanished.

My ears burned red with embarrassment. I hastily pulled down my veil and said, "Mr. Fowler, you're overthinking this. The door was just broken. Being able to marry you is my good fortune."

His low chuckle suddenly resonated in my ear, carrying an alluring undertone. "You're quite different from the rumors."

I pursed my lips, thinking to myself: You're quite different from the rumors too.