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“Did you fall in love with her?”
Angelo didn’t answer, he just hung up.
He stood in front of the hotel floor–to–ceiling window, looking at the night view of Radren, suddenly remembered Priscilla’s appearance in court today.
Confident and dazzling.
She was no longer the Priscilla who would always wait for him to come home.
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Recently, rumors have been spreading like wildfire. Gaven pulled the curtains shut, blocking out any prying eyes from outside. The office was quiet, with only the faint sound of keyboards tapping.
“These people just won’t give up, they’d love to shove a camera down your throat.”
“Sorry, my personal life was affecting the law firm.”
Gaven waved his hand when he heard that, “No way, I should thank you for coming back. But what are you going to do next? You can’t keep hiding from them forever.”
Priscilla turned to look at the French window, her sharp gaze seemed to fall on the reporters downstairs through the thick curtains.
“Why should I hide?”
The next day, Radren International Convention Center, a crowd of media swarmed in.
Priscilla stood in front of the podium in a sharp white suit, her gaze calmly scanning the flashing cameras below. She didn’t have a PR team, didn’t prepare a script in advance, and didn’t even bring a lawyer colleague.
At the press conference, she was only fighting for herself.
“Regarding the recent rumors, I will explain here.” Her voice was clear and cold, “First of all, my marriage with Angelo was never a so–called ‘bed climbing‘ situation.”
She clicked the remote control, and the big screen lit up.
The first surveillance screenshot is from three years ago, showing Angelo completely drunk and being helped into the elevator by her.
The second document is a hospital injury report, proving that it was her first time that night.
The third chat record, Angelo sent her a message after waking up: “I will take responsibility, let’s get married.”
The whole place went crazy.
Priscilla continued, “I was married to Angelo for three years, but he didn’t fulfill the responsibilities of a partner. He was emotionally abusive, ignored me, and even left me on the highway when I was feeling unwell because of his ex–girlfriend; he abandoned me in a restaurant when I couldn’t move due to a burn injury.”
As Priscilla spoke, the screen switched to an emergency record: “Patient Priscilla, multiple burns on the body, classified as second–degree injuries.”
In the next photo, her back was covered in blisters, it was really shocking.
“What was Angelo doing at that time?”
The last photo popped up, it’s Angelo holding a slightly blushing Miley rushing out of the restaurant, his eyes in the photo were intense, full of worry for the person in his arms.
I didn’t know, I thought Miley was his wife who got seriously injured.
This press conference not only invited major media reporters, but also live–streamed online at the same time.
The whole press conference involved a love triangle between three people, two of whom were top elite lawyers in the industry, and one was a renowned pianist with international fame.
The huge amount of information and the complexity of relationships instantly exploded across the entire internet.
“Angelo is a player.”
“Miley Green Tea”
“Prissie being abandoned” became a hot topic on social media.
Netizens angrily commented.
“Puked! Did Angelo ditch his injured wife for a green tea?”
“What is Miley pretending to be weak for? Just because she painted her nails red, she dares to act pitiful and steal someone else’s husband?”
“Prissie disappeared for three years to work as a nanny for him, and he didn’t even know she was a lawyer? Why didn’t he say anything?”
“Don’t change the subject, what did I do wrong? And besides, if Prissie doesn’t speak up, does Angelo have no say?”
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Miley’s reputation took a nosedive, not just gossip, netizens have dug up the timeline, confirming that she and Angelo were in frequent contact even before Priscilla and Angelo divorced.
“Miley the third wheel”
The entry “Miley interfering in others‘ marriages” has been trending non–stop.
The official website of the piano tour was taken over by angry netizens, and the organizers urgently announced the cancellation of all tour dates.
In the conference room of Ushurg Law Firm, all the partners were watching the live broadcast with grim faces.
“Angelo, do you know how big of an impact this has on the firm’s reputation?” The boss kept nodding, furious and sarcastic, then slammed the file on the table. “As of ten minutes ago, three major clients have already terminated their cooperation!”
Angelo didn’t move an inch in the conference room of Ushurg Law Firm.
He sat there, eyes glued to Priscilla’s face on the screen.
When she talked about those hurts, she sounded calm as if she was telling someone else’s story.
He used to hurt her so deeply.
In Miley’s apartment, the phone was buzzing like crazy on the coffee table, the screen lighting up and then going dark, on repeat.
She stared at the phone display.
“Angelo”
The phone was never answered.
“Answer the phone… come on!” She grabbed her phone, fingertips trembling, redialing over and over, but all she got was a cold mechanical female voice: “The number you have dialed is currently unavailable…”
Finally, the phone slipped onto the carpet, and the cracked screen looked like a spider web, trapping her inside.
The agent called in, angrily shouting through the speaker, “Are you crazy?! Provoking Prissie?! The whole internet is criticizing you now! The tour is canceled, endorsements are all gone, even sponsors are pulling out! Are you
satisfied?!”
Miley’s breathing was rapid, her nails digging deep into the palm of her hand, the pain unable to suppress the surging hatred.
“She said she wanted to divorce Angelo, but she just wouldn’t let go!”
“I didn’t do anything wrong!” She suddenly grabbed the vase on the coffee table and smashed it against the wall, glass shards flying everywhere. “She stole Angelo from me! She ruined my plan! That bitch Priscilla… who does she think she is?!”
Her voice was so sharp it was almost breaking, her delicate makeup had been smudged by tears, eyeliner smeared like a crumpled mask.
Just then, the phone screen lit up again.
A new message popped up.
Digging into Miley’s dark past: intervened in teacher’s marriage during study abroad, used unspoken rules to win awards.
Her throat felt like it was being tightly squeezed by an invisible hand, all screams abruptly stopped, leaving only rapid gasps.
“No… it can’t be…” She trembled as she clicked on the link, her pupils suddenly constricting.
On the screen, there was a close photo of her and her married mentor during her study abroad, with a caption that was hard to ignore.
Genius pianist? Or just a social climber who got ahead by sleeping around?
“Who spilled the beans?! Who?!” She suddenly stood up, but her legs went weak and she stumbled back onto the sofa.
The phone kept vibrating, message after message coming in.
The piano community collectively speaks out: boycott artists with bad behavior.
Miley’s fan club announced its dissolution.
Each one was like a knife, stabbing deep into her heart.
She held onto the phone tightly, knuckles turning white, her eyes shifting from fear to coldness.
“Priscilla… It was you, right?” she muttered, a twisted smile suddenly appearing on her lips.
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“Since I’m done…you guys shouldn’t expect to have it easy either.”
Late at night, inside Seasons Hotel in Radren.
Angelo didn’t look good at all. He was sprawled on the sofa, with seven or eight empty bottles scattered at his feet.
He grabbed his phone and instinctively dialed that number he had memorized by heart.
His fingers were trembling slightly, this was the first time in three years, he wanted to call her first.
“Beep…beep…”
After a long wait, the phone finally connected.
Angelo opened his mouth, he wanted to ask why, wanted to ask if Priscilla is okay now? Wanted to ask how she’s doing?
But in the end…
“Why didn’t you ever tell me you were Prissie!”
He roared, alcohol mixed with regret burning his throat.
“If you had said it earlier!”
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
Long ago, a mechanical female voice said, “Sorry, the user you are trying to reach is currently unavailable…”
Originally, she had already set his number to automatically forward to voicemail.
Angelo’s hand and tears slipped down together.
She didn’t even bother to listen to his breakdown.
At the same time, Lutz Estates.
Priscilla turned off the live broadcast of the press conference, walked to the balcony, and lit a cigarette. This was a new habit she had developed recently.
The phone lit up, Gaven sent a message: “Hey, latest news, they say Angelo’s law firm’s stock price plummeted 40%, you wanna…”
She crossed out the notice directly.
The night wind blew away the smoke rings, and also messed up the stray hair in front of her forehead.
Three years of marriage, a press conference just ended it cleanly.
How ridiculous.
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