My phone was flooded again with messages and DMs,
People rushed to apologize, advising me to move on, saying it’s okay to be blind to red flags temporarily but not to waste your life on a cheater.
Nina called, excited, with Alex trying to calm her in the background.
“While Sophie was livestreaming about her future plans, James suddenly burst into her place, screaming at her on camera. He even got physical! Viewers called the police while watching the drama unfold. Both got taken to the station – it’s hilarious!”
As a company executive attacking one of their streamers live, James quickly started trending.
Tags like “affair,” “homewrecker,” and “assault” spread like wildfire.
For James’s company, this was a major crisis. The negative publicity skyrocketed, destroying their image. Their recently listed stock crashed.
After making bail, James was overwhelmed dealing with the fallout. When I next saw him, I’d been in my new place for a month.
He’d lost a lot of weight, his cheeks hollow. Despite trying to look presentable, the dark circles under his eyes showed his exhaustion.
He approached me with flowers and dropped to one knee, his eyes showing a sincerity I’d never seen before.
“Rachel, I’ve been thinking a lot. I was terrible before. I didn’t see Sophie for who she really was. The company’s fired her, and I’ll never contact her again.
“From now on, it’ll just be you. We can have a beautiful baby, and I’ll love and protect you both forever… Rachel, I know I was wrong. Can you forgive me?”
This was how he proposed when his company was just starting – on his knees, begging.
Back then, I didn’t understand that marrying me was just his escape from life’s pressures, looking for a temporary “home.” And I loved him so much.
But when life changed and his career took off, he regretted his hasty decision, seeking excitement elsewhere.
Maybe there was real love once, but feelings change.
The joy and emotion I once felt were long gone.
I turned to look at Steven standing far away filming with his phone, my expression cold. “James, am I just a prop for your company’s image recovery? You want me to clean up your mess?
“How dare you? We’re divorced and you’re still trying to manipulate me?”
I turned to leave, but James grabbed my sleeve, dropping to both knees, his eyes red and voice bitter.
“Rachel, please. I really know I was wrong. The livestream apology was necessary, but I truly don’t want
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this divorce. Don’t leave me.”
