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Chapter_95
In The Public Eye
Screams and curses echoed from the room across the hall, followed by relentless flashes from cameras. The crowd continued to squeeze in, making it difficult to move. Panic surged through me, and before I could even think, I was swept into the room along with the mass of people.
Inside, chaos reigned. Two naked bodies lay entwined on the bed, the woman’s head hidden behind the man, her screams echoing through the space. The man shielded her, pointing at the onlookers with a voice full of authority.
“All of you, get out!” he ordered, but it only made the crowd grow bolder.
And then I saw them.
Lauren, standing at the center of the turmoil, was smirking, arms crossed, as she directed the chaos with a cold, calculating gleam in her eye. “Keep shooting, take more! Adjust your angles. Go over there! Get them apart, capture that slut’s face,” she commanded.
I stood frozen in disbelief, staring at the scene before me. The man, desperately trying to cover himself, was Matthew. The very same man who had just moments ago been celebrating our anniversary with me, looking sharp in his suit. Now, exposed, his dignity shattered.
And the woman—none other than my sister-in-law, Melanie. She looked so out of place, dressed elegantly just minutes before, but now, utterly repulsive.
Lauren, smug and triumphant, grinned widely. “You don’t know what I’m doing?! I’m just giving you a taste of your own medicine. So, she’s the one you fancy? Hahaha! Your taste is certainly bold! Everyone, keep shooting! This will go viral!”
Matthew’s face turned red with fury, but all he could manage to say was, “Let her go… Get out… I want to see who dares to keep taking—”
His sentence was cut short as his gaze collided with mine.
I stood there, frozen, just staring at the two of them. The room fell silent.
Whispers began to circulate among the crowd. “Isn’t that his sister? Oh my god, what’s going on? He’s with his sister?”
The murmurs grew louder, their voices full of judgment and disgust. “How shameless! He has such a beautiful wife, and yet he does this with his own sister? Matthew is beyond belief!”
“Yeah, how could he do this? They were acting all perfect for their anniversary! What a joke!”
Each harsh word stung like a physical blow. I couldn’t process what was happening, but it was all too real. Matthew stood frozen, like a stone, unable to meet my eyes. He looked lost, desperate, trying to find something—anything—to hide behind.
The nauseating truth settled in my stomach. How could he do this to me? To us?
I didn’t even realize when Matthew’s parents arrived. Grace burst into tears, and I could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on me. My stomach churned as I fought back the urge to vomit.
Someone reached out to steady me, but I violently shook off the hand. I didn’t want anyone touching me—not right now, not in this moment.
I turned and ran toward the stairs, ignoring the stares and whispers of the guests. The lobby was full of people, all running toward the elevator, already knowing that something terrible had happened upstairs.
I needed to find Ava.
Through the crowd, I spotted Ivanna, holding my daughter, both of them heading for the elevator in a panic.
I rushed toward them, grabbing Ava from Ivanna’s arms and running outside. My long dress snagged on the stairs, threatening to trip me, but I tore it from my body, ripping it as the rhinestones scattered across the ground.
Ivanna followed us, frantic. “Chloe, what’s going on? Talk to me!”
“Take me home,” I begged, my voice barely a whisper, my trembling lips struggling to form the words.
Just then, I heard the familiar sound of footsteps behind me.
“Chloe!”
I turned to see Atlas, coming after me, but I didn’t want to hear him.
“Go away! I don’t want to see you!” I shouted, my voice breaking.
Ava began to cry in my arms, her wails cutting through the tension like a sharp knife.