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The images exposed Sophia Rice’s true activities abroad–drinking in pubs and socializing with various men. Her claims about studying overseas and maintaining a long–distance relationship were nothing but fabrications.
In reality, she had eloped with her childhood sweetheart, craving excitement and rejecting an arranged matrimony. She deserted Michael Anderson, leaving him devastated. When her plans crumbled, she returned, only to disrupt my existence.
I couldn’t fathom her motives. What had I done to deserve this? The most agonizing revelation was Michael Anderson’s complicity -he knew the truth all along yet allowed her back into our lives.
These photographs were even discovered on Michael Anderson’s personal computer.
But he was indifferent because Sophia Rice meant everything to
him.
He was prepared to conceal the truth for her sake, even sacrificing me in the process.
“Emma, you…” Michael Anderson faltered as all eyes turned towards them.
Reminiscent of the wedding day scene.
- Sophia Rice quivered slightly, seeking solace in Michael Anderson’s embrace, while he gazed at me, dumbfounded.
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then displayed another image on the screen behind me–a
captured conversation between Sophin Rice and myself from the day before the wedding.
In the message, she inquired whether I believed Michael Anderson would choose her or me.
At that moment, I couldn’t grasp her meaning.
It wasn’t until Michael Anderson abandoned me without hesitation. that everything became clear.
I scrolled further, revealing to everyone the pictures I had collected of Michael Anderson and Sophia Rice together, taken during each of his visits to her.
The images captured them from various angles–filled with affection and too intimate to be platonic.
I approached Sophia Rice and tossed a cardiac examination report
at her.
“Even your heart condition is a sham. Sophia Rice, your performance is quite convincing.”
She promptly burst into tears, her lips quivering as she shook her
head.
“Emma, I’m at a loss for what you’re saying. I know you dislike mes but how can you concoct such falsehoods to incriminate me?”
What a melodramatic display.
I ceased further discussion. “Regardless of its veracity, it will come to light,” I stated coolly.
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The journalists present aren’t easily deceived, after all.
Sophia Rice’s strength gave way, and she stumbled towards Michael Anderson for assistance.
Unexpectedly, Michael Anderson didn’t catch her this time. Instead, he rushed in my direction.
He had deceived, fibbed, and shielded a mistress, and now his actions were transparent to all.
His image was tarnished, and the product unveiling was a fiasco.
The Anderson clan was on the brink of a severe blow.
I anticipated him confronting me.
However, Michael Anderson tightly grasped two photographs.
One showed him in a bath towel, embracing Sophia Rice.
The other depicted them kissing, eyes closed, with a package visible nearby.
His voice quivered as he seized my arm, “Emma, how did you acquire these images? It’s not as it appears…”
I scoffed and shoved his hand away. “Really? Were you coerced into kissing her?”
I had presumed Michael Anderson was aware of Sophia Rice’s online posts, but it was now evident he was oblivious.
No wonder he felt so assured when he dismissed the marriage issue as ‘insignificant. The audience shifted uncomfortably, murmurs spreading rapidly. I nodded, savoring the unfolding pandemonium.
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Facing Michael Anderson, I flashed a wicked grin and raised my voice, ensuring everyone’s attention.
‘As for myself, I began, pausing for effect, knowing they were all anxiously awaiting my next words. This had evolved beyond their deceptions; it was about exposing their true nature to everyone.
Decisively, I switched the large screen to display a medical document. ‘I’ve suffered a miscarriage. As of now, Mr. Anderson and I are no longer spouses.
Michael Anderson stood immobile, his gaze fixed on the report, disbelief etched on his face as he grappled with the disclosure. The reporters, already possessing the photos I’d distributed earlier, now hurried to capture images of the miscarriage diagnosis on
screen.
In a flash, the interview focus shifted entirely to Michael Anderson and Sophia Rice.
Amidst the commotion, I slipped through the crowd and made a smooth departure.
As I exited, Sophia Rice’s helpless sobs still echoed behind me.
Michael Anderson was encircled by journalists, unable to escape, but I heard him calling my name desperately.
He shouted, questioning why I had terminated the pregnancy, and why I had done this to him.
I reached my vehicle, prepared to leave.
At that moment, Michael Anderson’s parents arrived, enraged. They demanded an explanation for my actions.
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I flashed them a radiant smile. “Just a small token from me to you,” I
replied serenely.
Then, without another word, I entered the car and drove off,
leaving them to confront the chaos they had orchestrated.
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