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Story: His Ex Was the Wife
But, if others don’t know, how could Nathan not? He was obviously lying through his teeth.
Before I could defend myself, several cameras were trained on my face.
“Don’t worry, Gianna. I hate homewreckers the most. We’ll help expose her! How shameless!”
I looked at Nick with disbelief. He struggled to speak for a while and eventually said, “Let’s talk about this later.”
I shook my head with disappointment, “Nick, you’re such a loser!”
I turned to leave, but Nathan called out again, “Nick, I just checked the accounts today, and the company is missing several hundred thousand dollars. She transferred the money out; her signature is right there.
“She must have bought that car with that money!”
To my surprise, Nick grabbed my arm and angrily demanded, “Why are you doing this? You have really disappointed me!”
My heart turned cold, and I yanked my arm away, tears streaming down my cheeks.
“You would rather believe the lies of these two con artists than someone who has stood by your side for seven years?”
“Nick, you are unbelievable! I don’t want to see you again!”
I got into my car, cried, and drove away.
I went to a bar alone, pouring bottle after bottle down my throat as my tears streamed down.
Cole found me when I was nearly unconscious from drinking.
“Why were you drinking so much?”
I clung to his arm and sobbed uncontrollably.
“I’ve already decided to give up; why does it still hurt so much?”
He gently stroked my hair and said, “Helen, don’t look back.” Look forward; perhaps happiness is waiting for you there.”
I looked up and punched him.
“Looking forward, I see you, but you don’t like women. You can’t be with me, so what’s the point?”
“You silly girl, did you really think I didn’t like women? If you’re willing, I’ll marry you and spend my entire life with you, never divorcing!”
I punched him again, slurring my words: “That’s the spirit! I will marry you! We’ll get together and show those bastards!”
When I awoke the next morning with a splitting headache, I realised I had blacked out the night before and had no idea who had brought me home.
Mom pushed open the door with warm honey water in her hand, and when she saw my haggard appearance, she shed tears of concern.
“Helen, it is entirely our fault. We lost you back then. If you had grown up with us, we would not have allowed you to be with that jerk.
I put on a cheerful face. “It’s all in the past. Don’t blame yourselves. Besides, Nick treated me decently over the years.” “Decently? What nonsense! Look at this!”
She angrily handed me her phone to show me the contents.
It was photos of me and them at the filming location yesterday.
The headline read: [Gold Digger’s Hypocritical Mask Torn Off by Legitimate Wife; Fans Heartbroken Over Actress Gianna Brookridge’s Ordeal].
Throughout the article, I was portrayed as a cruel mistress who duped Nick while fantasising about taking Gianna’s place.
Before I could defend myself, several cameras were trained on my face.
“Don’t worry, Gianna. I hate homewreckers the most. We’ll help expose her! How shameless!”
I looked at Nick with disbelief. He struggled to speak for a while and eventually said, “Let’s talk about this later.”
I shook my head with disappointment, “Nick, you’re such a loser!”
I turned to leave, but Nathan called out again, “Nick, I just checked the accounts today, and the company is missing several hundred thousand dollars. She transferred the money out; her signature is right there.
“She must have bought that car with that money!”
To my surprise, Nick grabbed my arm and angrily demanded, “Why are you doing this? You have really disappointed me!”
My heart turned cold, and I yanked my arm away, tears streaming down my cheeks.
“You would rather believe the lies of these two con artists than someone who has stood by your side for seven years?”
“Nick, you are unbelievable! I don’t want to see you again!”
I got into my car, cried, and drove away.
I went to a bar alone, pouring bottle after bottle down my throat as my tears streamed down.
Cole found me when I was nearly unconscious from drinking.
“Why were you drinking so much?”
I clung to his arm and sobbed uncontrollably.
“I’ve already decided to give up; why does it still hurt so much?”
He gently stroked my hair and said, “Helen, don’t look back.” Look forward; perhaps happiness is waiting for you there.”
I looked up and punched him.
“Looking forward, I see you, but you don’t like women. You can’t be with me, so what’s the point?”
“You silly girl, did you really think I didn’t like women? If you’re willing, I’ll marry you and spend my entire life with you, never divorcing!”
I punched him again, slurring my words: “That’s the spirit! I will marry you! We’ll get together and show those bastards!”
When I awoke the next morning with a splitting headache, I realised I had blacked out the night before and had no idea who had brought me home.
Mom pushed open the door with warm honey water in her hand, and when she saw my haggard appearance, she shed tears of concern.
“Helen, it is entirely our fault. We lost you back then. If you had grown up with us, we would not have allowed you to be with that jerk.
I put on a cheerful face. “It’s all in the past. Don’t blame yourselves. Besides, Nick treated me decently over the years.” “Decently? What nonsense! Look at this!”
She angrily handed me her phone to show me the contents.
It was photos of me and them at the filming location yesterday.
The headline read: [Gold Digger’s Hypocritical Mask Torn Off by Legitimate Wife; Fans Heartbroken Over Actress Gianna Brookridge’s Ordeal].
Throughout the article, I was portrayed as a cruel mistress who duped Nick while fantasising about taking Gianna’s place.