I accepted the tablet from Jude, eager to see the contents clearly. As I watched the video, a realization dawned on me. It was a recording of the recent altercation with Allison. Shock hit me as I comprehended that the private incident was now public, spreading rapidly across the internet and gaining traction as a trending topic."This isn't what I expected. Who would do this? Why?" I almost exclaimed, my voice tinged with disbelief and concern. The unexpected turn of events left me feeling exposed and vulnerable, grappling with the sudden intrusion of my personal life into the public domain.The video had quickly become the most searched for content online, capturing the attention of viewers far and wide. I glanced at Dylan, seeking support, as we both observed the flood of comments and reactions pouring in. The video continued to gain momentum, with its title now flashing prominently as "The Beating of a Side Chick."Feeling overwhelmed, I shut my eyes in an attempt to compose mysel
As I slowly opened my eyes, I found Dylan and Jude by my side in the dimly lit room. Jude was gently blowing cool air on my face with a fan, while Dylan anxiously called out my name. "Ah," I mumbled as I regained consciousness, and Dylan quickly helped me sit up."I know you're feeling devastated right now, but losing consciousness won't change anything. We need to find a solution to this and take action. We have to address this situation head-on," Dylan reassured me, his voice filled with determination."How can I stay strong when my company's name is being tarnished online? What if things go terribly wrong?" I asked Dylan, my voice filled with worry and uncertainty.Dylan placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, his eyes reflecting concern and resolve. "We'll figure this out together. We need to stay strong and face this challenge. Let's focus on finding a way to clear your name and protect your company," he replied, his tone unwavering."Which way? What way?" I asked Dylan, my voic
"What?" I exclaimed in shock, turning to look in Jude's direction, and Dylan did the same."What does that mean?" Dylan asked, his voice tinged with confusion."She is live now!" Jude exclaimed, turning his tablet toward us. My heart sank at the thought of another twist in the ongoing drama. Despite Dylan's statement, it seemed that the storm was far from over.As Allison's voice filled the room through the live broadcast, my anxiety heightened. "I have something to say to the public," Allison began, her tone laced with accusation."The statement that was just released was orchestrated by Charlotte's company. From my inside source, it's clear that she is trying to manipulate the situation and make everything go away quietly. But that won't happen after what she did—stealing my man," Allison declared, pointing fingers at the screen and casting blame in my direction. “ I know you can see this Charlotte” she added.Confusion and frustration swirled within me as I struggled to comprehend
"What the fuck!!" Allison screamed in outrage as I cut off her live video.I stood my ground, staring at her with disbelief and disgust. "What the fuck? So you think you have the right to say that after what you did? You should be ashamed of yourself for stooping so low. I thought you were classy, always carrying yourself with grace. But now I see the truth - you're not classic at all; you're just a shame, Allison. A shame," I spat out, my words sharp with condemnation.To my surprise, instead of showing remorse, Allison burst into laughter, her eyes gleaming with a twisted amusement. "Why would I be ashamed when I did nothing wrong? Or are you upset that Charlotte is facing public scrutiny and feeling ashamed right now?" she retorted, a smirk playing on her lips.Anger surged within me, but before I could react, Allison closed the distance between us, her demeanor unsettlingly calm. "I know that's why you're upset, baby boy. But calm down. I'm not finished yet, as I promised you, swe
"I have to glare at you because you deserve it. You deserve every bit of it, Uncle Zack. You should be the elder here, the one to advise Grandma that this situation isn't right. Yet to my astonishment, you're the one escalating this mess," I exclaimed, my voice tinged with frustration and disappointment. "I have no desire to revisit anything with Allison after our breakup years ago. There's nothing left for us to go back to. I've moved on, and now she wants me back? That's just insane," I declared, my words laced with exasperation."She saved your life. If it weren't for her, you wouldn't be alive right now. You can't just dismiss her like that. You need her consent to make such decisions, okay? Get that through your thick skull," Uncle Zack retorted, his tone firm and unwavering."So just because she saved my life, I'm supposed to bow down and worship her? I should let her dictate what I do with my life simply because she saved me, is that it?" I retorted, my voice filled with defian
"Why would I do that?" I questioned earnestly, my gaze sweeping across the room to meet the eyes of each board member. "Why would I abandon Charlotte when I know she has been falsely accused and wronged? She is innocent, completely innocent. It's Allison who's weaving this web of lies. Why should I stand by and let Charlotte suffer for something she didn't do?" I pressed, my tone laced with conviction and concern.Mr. Jones met my gaze with a steely resolve, his expression reflecting the situation. "You must do it because the very future of this company hangs in the balance now, thanks to her involvement in this scandal. We cannot afford to have you entangled in this mess. If things go awry, the repercussions could be catastrophic for all of us," he explained, his words carrying a somber undertone that resonated with the gravity of the situation."We stand to lose capital and our customers' trust if things spiral out of control. The public's opinion can shift in an instant, and the re
Charlotte POV As Dylan stormed out of my office, leaving behind a trail of tension, I remained fixated on the live video feed of Allison, watching her every move with curiosity and unease. The screen held me captive, the images of her flickering with a strange allure that I couldn't shake off.Just as I thought the connection had been lost, Dylan's unexpected appearance on the screen caused it to abruptly cut off. "Thank goodness," I murmured to myself, relieved by his timely intervention. Perhaps Dylan had unknowingly saved me from delving deeper into a situation fraught with uncertainty.An hour passed, and to my surprise, the live video of Allison resurfaced, this time brimming with a series of photos that seemed to suggest a forthcoming resurgence. My heart quickened as Allison showcased more images, this time featuring Dylan prominently by her side. The revelation that they had been dating for years sent a shockwave through me, leaving me grappling with a tumultuous mix of emoti
The video played before my eyes, confirming Dylan's damning statement. With this evidence in hand, I knew I had a chance to turn the tide of public opinion. Determined and resolute, I began craft what I need that would finally shed light on the truth and hopefully bring an end to the turmoil that had engulfed the company.With unwavering determination, I logged into our company's official website and swiftly uploaded the incriminating clip."Hello, this is Charlotte Robert. Please watch this video first," I urged in the accompanying post before sharing the footage. As I awaited the response, anticipation and anxiety mingled within me.Before long, the video gained rapid traction, sending ripples of shock and intrigue throughout the online community. Comments flooded in, each adding a new layer to the unfolding narrative."I vividly remember that moment at the Fashion Gamma Evaluation. I attended in hopes of catching a glimpse of Dylan Harmon. When questioned about his wife, his gaze u