Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 33: Chapter 33

But now wasn't the time for me to make another move. I'd already drawn enough attention over the past few days, so all I could do was put my hopes on my mom.
I really hoped she'd taken my words at the hospital to heart. If my mom went to the police and filed a report, that would be perfect. She had a ready-made case—assault.
There were plenty of witnesses when Oliver pushed her. He couldn't deny it. As long as they could detain him, I could finally set my plan in motion.
But a whole week went by, and everything stayed surprisingly quiet. My mom was discharged after the wound on her head healed. After that, she didn't come by the company, and I didn't hear anything about her showing up at Oliver's place either.
Because of my identity, I had to hold back even though I desperately wanted to check on my mom. Right now, all I could do was watch and wait.
I hoped that even if my mom didn't call the cops, it would still help if Oliver did something to hurt me. I could use it to blow things up and turn a small issue into a big one.
To my disappointment, though, Oliver made no move. He went about his usual routine, commuting to work as normal. When he saw me at the office, he even greeted me, acting as if nothing had ever happened.
There had to be something going on. It all felt too normal to be real.
I was starting to get antsy. I only had a month to take revenge, and ten days were already gone. I couldn't afford to wait any longer. If they weren't going to make a move, then I would.
But before I even had the chance, good news came in—Oliver had been taken away by the police.
By the time I found out, the news had already spread all over the company. And once again, I was struck by the fact that I had no one reliable around me. It made me even more annoyed with Heidi.
It turned out it was my mom who went to the police and filed a report. They waited until now to take Oliver in because Xander had interfered. Xander used his connections in the police station to pressure the police into shelving the case.
But my mom waited outside the station for three days straight. The police were afraid the situation would escalate, so they had no choice but to bring Oliver in for questioning.
The moment Oliver was taken away, I had the lawyer file a case in court accusing him of embezzling company funds. I also paid to hire internet trolls to get the story trending online.
People in this country absolutely despise corruption. With the trolls pushing the narrative, the story blew up instantly, setting off a firestorm of discussion.
I didn't hide the company's name either. Before long, netizens had already dug up Oliver's full name and position. Then the trolls started exposing even more—his ex-wife's disappearance, the mistress being pregnant.
I locked myself in my office every day, glued to the internet, watching how things unfolded. The situation kept snowballing. Even before Oliver was released from the police station, people online had already found out his home address.
New posts were going up by the minute. From one thread, I saw that someone had gone to ask around in his neighborhood and confirmed that a pregnant young woman really was living in Oliver's apartment.
Someone who claimed to have done an in-person interview even posted: [Oliver used to beat his ex-wife. She didn't run off with another man—he beat her until she left.]
There were also rumors that Jennifer used to work in a nightclub and only quit after hooking up with Oliver to "go straight".
The person spreading it swore it was true, saying he knew Jennifer because he'd slept with her.
I covered my mouth, trying not to laugh out loud, realizing how rumors like this spread. It was amazing how quickly words could grow into something bigger, and how they could tear someone apart.
Even though Oliver had nearly beaten me to death back then, he'd never actually abused me before. But these posts sounded so convincing that even I might've believed them if I weren't the one who lived through it.