he Day He Chose Her Over Our Dying Son, I Chose Vengeance - Chapter 37: Chapter 37
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"Girl, wake up! Shit's hitting the fan—check your phone!"
My phone was blowing up with yesterday's video of Blake on his knees begging me. Someone had killed the sound.
#BlakeIndustries CEO On His Knees For Ex#
#Mystery Woman Is Washed-Up Actress Evelyn#
#Evelyn Not Dead After All#
Trending hashtags popping off left and right.
Meanwhile, Sophia was huddled in her crappy dark apartment, white-knuckling her phone.
On screen was Blake, down in the mud, practically crying for me to take him back.
Her nails scraped across the screen, eyes burning with pure hate.
"Fucking bitch, acting all high and mighty! Why do you get everything while I'm left with nothing? I hate you. I FUCKING HATE YOU."
She logged into her burner account and dropped that buried video from the film set.
The footage was shaky as hell. Three guys pinning me down on set.
My clothes ripped to pieces, their hands all over me, taking turns.
This video was muted too, so nobody heard me fighting back.
With my face out of frame, it totally looked like I wanted it.
Worse, she captioned it with the most twisted bullshit:
"This is your so-called victim? Seems like she's got seducing men down to an art."
Half an hour later, the internet had completely flipped on me.
"OMG, she's the real skank! Poor Mr. Blake was played!"
"Playing victim now? Weren't you proud of fucking your way to fame? Karma's a bitch!"
"Heard there's a video of you getting gang-banged on set. Drop the link!"
My B&B's phone was ringing off the hook, and thirsty influencers with their phones out crowded my door.
I ripped the door open.
Their cameras swarmed me like flies.
"Hey guys, look who it is—that viral B&B chick. Used to be some nobody actress?" I snatched the phone straight out of her hand.
Her viewers just saw the screen go wild before landing on my face—pale but ready for war.
"Hey everyone. Evelyn here."
The viewer count went through the roof.
"Holy shit! Thought she was dead!"
"She gonna apologize? Or make excuses?"
I yanked my shirt collar down, showing the ugly scar below my collarbone.
The camera zoomed right in on it.
"Let's clear this shit up. Actress Sophia lured me to an empty set and paid those men to jump me. This scar? That's my proof. If I wanted it, why fight back? If I wanted it, why am I scarred for life? Look at the damn video—my clothes are in tatters, and there's my blood on the floor from fighting back."
"That's it. I'm not playing this 'prove you're innocent' game. Keep the lies coming, and my lawyers will bury you."
While everyone was still on the fence, Blake showed up out of nowhere.
He came with receipts—Sophia's IP address from the video post, plus proof she paid those guys to attack me.
"Everything Evelyn said is true. She's my wife, and all of Blake Industries has her back."
"And fair warning—anyone still spreading bullshit about my wife deals with my entire company."
Blake even dropped footage showing Sophia messing with my stunt wires.
So he knew all along the "accident" wasn't an accident—Sophia sabotaged it.
So why the hell didn't he show that video when I lost our baby? When Sophia was playing the victim for the cameras? Why wait till now?
Is it because he found out my dad wasn't the killer, so suddenly he loves me again?
My phone was blowing up with yesterday's video of Blake on his knees begging me. Someone had killed the sound.
#BlakeIndustries CEO On His Knees For Ex#
#Mystery Woman Is Washed-Up Actress Evelyn#
#Evelyn Not Dead After All#
Trending hashtags popping off left and right.
Meanwhile, Sophia was huddled in her crappy dark apartment, white-knuckling her phone.
On screen was Blake, down in the mud, practically crying for me to take him back.
Her nails scraped across the screen, eyes burning with pure hate.
"Fucking bitch, acting all high and mighty! Why do you get everything while I'm left with nothing? I hate you. I FUCKING HATE YOU."
She logged into her burner account and dropped that buried video from the film set.
The footage was shaky as hell. Three guys pinning me down on set.
My clothes ripped to pieces, their hands all over me, taking turns.
This video was muted too, so nobody heard me fighting back.
With my face out of frame, it totally looked like I wanted it.
Worse, she captioned it with the most twisted bullshit:
"This is your so-called victim? Seems like she's got seducing men down to an art."
Half an hour later, the internet had completely flipped on me.
"OMG, she's the real skank! Poor Mr. Blake was played!"
"Playing victim now? Weren't you proud of fucking your way to fame? Karma's a bitch!"
"Heard there's a video of you getting gang-banged on set. Drop the link!"
My B&B's phone was ringing off the hook, and thirsty influencers with their phones out crowded my door.
I ripped the door open.
Their cameras swarmed me like flies.
"Hey guys, look who it is—that viral B&B chick. Used to be some nobody actress?" I snatched the phone straight out of her hand.
Her viewers just saw the screen go wild before landing on my face—pale but ready for war.
"Hey everyone. Evelyn here."
The viewer count went through the roof.
"Holy shit! Thought she was dead!"
"She gonna apologize? Or make excuses?"
I yanked my shirt collar down, showing the ugly scar below my collarbone.
The camera zoomed right in on it.
"Let's clear this shit up. Actress Sophia lured me to an empty set and paid those men to jump me. This scar? That's my proof. If I wanted it, why fight back? If I wanted it, why am I scarred for life? Look at the damn video—my clothes are in tatters, and there's my blood on the floor from fighting back."
"That's it. I'm not playing this 'prove you're innocent' game. Keep the lies coming, and my lawyers will bury you."
While everyone was still on the fence, Blake showed up out of nowhere.
He came with receipts—Sophia's IP address from the video post, plus proof she paid those guys to attack me.
"Everything Evelyn said is true. She's my wife, and all of Blake Industries has her back."
"And fair warning—anyone still spreading bullshit about my wife deals with my entire company."
Blake even dropped footage showing Sophia messing with my stunt wires.
So he knew all along the "accident" wasn't an accident—Sophia sabotaged it.
So why the hell didn't he show that video when I lost our baby? When Sophia was playing the victim for the cameras? Why wait till now?
Is it because he found out my dad wasn't the killer, so suddenly he loves me again?
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