Chapter 8
My phone’s glow lit up my assistant’s face, making her look ghostly pale.
“Ms. Winters, the trending topics… they’re blowing up.”
I took the phone and scrolled through those brutal headlines.
“Rich Family Drama: Gold Digger Husband Gets DESTROYED”
“Claire Winters’ Messy Love Life: Dumps Family for New Man”
The photos were from the airport-Jake holding crying Tommy with me looking powerful in the background.
Pretty dramatic storytelling, actually.
I laughed out loud.
What kind of trashy headlines are these?
The trending happened way too fast. Looks like… professional PR work. Probably competitors.”
Lisa’s voice was shaky. “Jake couldn’t pull this off himself.”
With his brain? No way he could come up with something this clever.
‘rashes my reputation AND torpedoes my upcoming press conference. Two birds, one stone.
Ms. Winters, should we… postpone the press conference?”
sipped my coffee, bitterness spreading across my tongue.
Nope.” I set the cup down with a sharp clink. “Let them in.”
isa just stared at me.
Bring Jake and Tommy inside. Front row seats.”
And,” I added,
Those ‘reporters’ they brought? Block every single one at the door. Nobody gets in.”
he press conference room was lit up like a stadium.
hrough the crowd, I saw staff “escorting” Jake and Tommy to front row seats.
ake looked confused for a hot second, then got this smug look on his face.
robably thought all the online drama had backed me into a corner.
‘he dickhead even fixed his collar and flashed me this arrogant smile.
started with the usual stuff-CloudTech’s overseas strategy, future market plans.
The reporters seemed bored as hell, barely clicking their cameras.
All eyes were on that “tragic” father-son duo up front.
After wrapping up the business talk, I shifted gears.
Before we get to Q&A, I want to share something… more personal with you all.”
Chapter 8
The whole room went dead silent.
The massive screen behind me lit up.
Instead of the corporate logo, a crystal clear photo appeared.
Jake had his arm around some young, hot woman in a luxury boutique, both of them grinning while shopping. He looked absolutely smitten.
Gasps echoed through the room.
Jake’s smug expression froze like someone had just sucker-punched him.
The photos kept cycling-intimate dinner feeding, making out outside a hotel.
Same woman every time. Rachel.
“This woman, Rachel Kim,”
My voice cut through the microphone, reaching every corner of the room.
“Has received gifts from my ex-husband Jake Morrison totaling over three hundred thousand dollars in the past ONE year.”
Camera flashes went absolutely insane, all aimed at Jake’s deathly pale face.
“Now, some people might say this is just a marriage dispute.”
I paused, scanning Jake who was already shaking like a leaf.
“But this next video might be more telling.”
The screen went dark, then lit up with security footage from our living room.
It was Tommy.
He was happily jumping into Rachel’s arms, his little voice chirping:
“Mommy Rachel, you’re back!”
