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What other truth could there be? Su Wanqing has evidence, and the netizens are watching. Lin Yue, stop embarrassing me. He seemed to be afraid of getting his hands dirty, pushing everything aside. Don't come to the office tomorrow; clear out your desk.
The few words were colder than the rain outside.
I forced a smile. Do you believe her?
Without hesitation, he replied, Lin Yue, it's not about who to believe anymore; it's that you can't even protect my reputation at the company. Are you still Mrs. Shen? Don’t use my name to swindle people anymore.
I hung up the phone with a snap, my fingertips turning white from gripping so tightly.
A flood of new private messages popped up, overwhelming in their number.
On a social media platform, the "Lin Yue Scandal" entry was trending wildly.
Someone dug up photos from my university days, claiming I was a "queen of the sea"; others used photo editing apps to create fake pictures of me with various unfamiliar men, and the comments were filled with endless insults.
Lin Yue, you deserve this! You’re such a shameless person; get lost! The child is truly pitiful to be born from you!
I gritted my teeth, my hands starting to tremble as I watched myself become a laughingstock in this online garbage dump.
In that moment, there were no family members, no friends—only a screen full of malice and mockery.
The rain poured even harder, the sky resembling an overturned bucket of water.
I tried several times to respond, but my words were drowned out by a torrent of abuse.
The phone screen lit up with a notification: @Shen Yichen: President Shen, how could you even consider a woman like that?
His response was as cold as ever: Lin Yue's personal matters have nothing to do with the company. Effective immediately, all work relationships are terminated. I hope everyone understands.
He completely severed ties, tossing me into the trash.
A dull ache throbbed in my abdomen, and the cacophony around me seemed to drain the last bit of warmth from within.
Countless "old acquaintances" had blocked me on social media, and our photos were frantically screenshot and shared in group chats as cautionary tales.
The calls from relatives and sisters-in-law were increasingly venomous: Don't embarrass the Lin family any further!
Is the child even yours? The woman should have some dignity!
The warmth of human connection had turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
I dragged my drenched body back to the rented apartment, where even the security guard dared not look at me—paparazzi were already blocking the elevator, bombarding me with questions: Lin Yue, how do you respond to netizens questioning your rise as a mistress?
Are you involved with another man?
When are you divorcing Shen Yichen?
The flashes of cameras made my head spin, my heart pounding against my eardrums.
As the elevator doors closed, the entire building felt like a sealed coffin—cold, suffocating, with no way out.
I stumbled into the house, breathless, as the phone rang like an alarm bell. It was my mother, crying: "Why do you have to clash with those two vixens? Is what the netizens are saying true? Yue Yue, don’t scare your mom!"
"Mom, don’t believe what’s online." After saying that, I was left drenched in cold sweat.
The room was pitch dark, with only the sound of raindrops hitting the window, like someone throwing stones to strike at my nerves.
My phone kept buzzing; Su Wanqing's social media post was trending again. In the photo, she wore a fairy-like dress, shining under the lights at the event.
"This finally belongs to us. Thanks to President Shen for his trust and tolerance."
The comments section was flooded with "Lin Yue, get out of the entertainment industry," "The main consort is vicious," and "True love of the wealthy couple is unbeatable."
I opened the comments and realized I had become a laughingstock online.
On the table lay a cold pregnancy test report. In a moment of anger, I tore it into shreds and tossed it into the trash can.
Late into the night, Su Wanqing sent me an anonymous message: "Sister Yue, aren’t you a great actress? This time, you’ve got enough material for your performance. Everyone loves it; they enjoy watching the chaos. By the way, do you think public opinion will leave you any room to turn things around?"
I tightened my fingers and blocked her immediately.
In every corner—WeChat groups, social media feeds, office chat groups—there were malicious phrases like "Lin Yue, get out of the company," "Adultery during marriage," and "Using surrogacy for publicity."
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