A Fabrication of Seven Years

When Quinn came home to the villa and saw my eyes red from crying, she immediately hugged me with her eyes full of guilt. She started with an apology, "Conrad, I'm sorry. Back then, after my father passed away, I had no choice but to return to Oceanton and inherit the family business. Your social status was too low. The elders in my family would never have let me marry you."

I could not listen anymore and shoved her away. "So you married someone else? Quinn, what did those seven years apart even mean?"

Quinn looked at me, her expression settling back into calm. "Conrad… You must understand I'm the heir to the Summers family. I have my own duties. Hector and I are on the same level, and our marriage benefits both families. Hector said that as long as you behave, he can turn a blind eye and let you stay by my side.

I looked up at her as tears rolled down my cheeks. Quinn then raised her hand and wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes. "Conrad, we've been together for so many years. I won't mistreat you. If you want to stay in Oceanton, I'll arrange for you to join the company as my personal assistant."

I slapped her across the face. While she stared at me in shock, I grabbed my luggage and left the villa. After I got into a taxi, Quinn sent me a voice message, "Conrad, stop being stubborn. Summers Group isn't somewhere just anyone can walk into. I'll give you three days to think it over."

Then she transferred ten thousand dollars to me.

In the past, she had never sent me more than a thousand dollars at a time to keep up appearances. Now, she easily gave me ten thousand dollars.

I did not reply and rejected the transfer.

After renting a place and settling in, I switched on my phone again.

Everyone was losing their minds over the trending topics.

Someone had posted a video of me outside the company online. I looked especially pathetic in the video, with shifting eyes.

Every trending topic said Quinn had cheated, and that her boy toy had boldly shown up at her company. Despite being Quinn's real boyfriend, I had become the homewrecker everyone despised.

I immediately posted the story of my relationship with Quinn, along with our chat records. The timeline clearly showed that Quinn and I had been together long before she married Hector.

Public opinion flipped and the whole internet cursed her name instead. Quinn called several times, but I hung up right away.

A few minutes later, Hector posted their marriage certificate on social media. He said he and his wife had a harmonious relationship and accused me of staging everything for attention.

Summers Group's public relations team personally stepped in, claiming the chat records were fabricated, and threatened to send me a legal notice for defamation.

Gossip accounts spread rumors everywhere, calling me a boy toy provoking the legal husband.

The comments under the post turned into a disaster.

[The homewrecker failed to fight back and even got threatened with a legal notice. Hilarious!]

[That's the real husband for you. A few words were enough to crush this arrogant homewrecker!]

[He destroyed someone else's family and he still wanted to get attention by fighting back? Gross.]

My inbox was filled with abuse, and some people even told me to end myself.

Half an hour later, the post was removed, and my account was banned.

For the first time, I understood how ridiculous I was in the face of absolute power.

My phone rang repeatedly. I refused to answer, so the person on the other end kept calling. In the end, I pressed the answer button.

The person calling me was not Quinn, but Hector.

"Conrad." His laugh was full of contempt. "Let's talk."