Dead Wife? Guess Who's Back & Boss Now, Hubby! - Chapter 52: Chapter 52
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My public meltdown at the centennial ceremony—attacking both Finnian and Phyllis—went viral.
Combined with previous accusations of me bullying Phyllis at school, it sparked quite a media firestorm.
A rich girl versus a poor, innocent underdog—that kind of drama never gets old.
But this time, thanks to my crystal-clear statements on stage, my disheveled appearance, and that incredibly angry, manic performance of Beethoven's Fifth.
Quite a few people actually took my side.
"Maybe the rich girl isn't bullying the poor girl? Cause the way she played that piano… doesn’t seem like someone who’d do that."
"LMAO, are you a paid shill? Can you read someone's personality from piano notes now?"
"Okay, but seriously—her ankle’s swollen to hell, she’s covered in blood. Who the fuck bullies someone and ends up looking like that?"
Eventually Viola and the other dance girls jumped into the online arguments:
"Ivetta is NOTHING like what you're saying!"
"Phyllis started this shit! She was the one being a sneaky little bitch first!"
The internet continued to explode with opinions.
I was stuck in the hospital for days, no clue what kind of bullshit Ulric had been feeding my dad in the meantime.
But when I returned home after being discharged, Dad looked at me with extreme coldness.
"I leave you alone for a while, and you completely lose your damn mind."
"Your school won’t take you back. You’re going abroad."
"Disappear for a few years. Wait for things to calm down. Then you can come back."
His attitude didn't surprise me one bit.
Between me and Ulric, my dad would always side with his precious son.
In my past life, when everything fell apart at my engagement party, my father was still alive.
And I knew Ulric couldn't have orchestrated such a spectacle without his knowledge.
Yet until my death, he never told me anything.
But whatever. I tugged at the corner of my lips: "Fine."
"You've always wanted to study acting. I'll help you apply to arts schools—"
"No," I suddenly interrupted. "I want to study finance. Business School."
Both men in front of me froze momentarily.
When my father looked at me again, something deeper appeared in his eyes.
Combined with previous accusations of me bullying Phyllis at school, it sparked quite a media firestorm.
A rich girl versus a poor, innocent underdog—that kind of drama never gets old.
But this time, thanks to my crystal-clear statements on stage, my disheveled appearance, and that incredibly angry, manic performance of Beethoven's Fifth.
Quite a few people actually took my side.
"Maybe the rich girl isn't bullying the poor girl? Cause the way she played that piano… doesn’t seem like someone who’d do that."
"LMAO, are you a paid shill? Can you read someone's personality from piano notes now?"
"Okay, but seriously—her ankle’s swollen to hell, she’s covered in blood. Who the fuck bullies someone and ends up looking like that?"
Eventually Viola and the other dance girls jumped into the online arguments:
"Ivetta is NOTHING like what you're saying!"
"Phyllis started this shit! She was the one being a sneaky little bitch first!"
The internet continued to explode with opinions.
I was stuck in the hospital for days, no clue what kind of bullshit Ulric had been feeding my dad in the meantime.
But when I returned home after being discharged, Dad looked at me with extreme coldness.
"I leave you alone for a while, and you completely lose your damn mind."
"Your school won’t take you back. You’re going abroad."
"Disappear for a few years. Wait for things to calm down. Then you can come back."
His attitude didn't surprise me one bit.
Between me and Ulric, my dad would always side with his precious son.
In my past life, when everything fell apart at my engagement party, my father was still alive.
And I knew Ulric couldn't have orchestrated such a spectacle without his knowledge.
Yet until my death, he never told me anything.
But whatever. I tugged at the corner of my lips: "Fine."
"You've always wanted to study acting. I'll help you apply to arts schools—"
"No," I suddenly interrupted. "I want to study finance. Business School."
Both men in front of me froze momentarily.
When my father looked at me again, something deeper appeared in his eyes.
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