His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 13: Chapter 13
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The birthday party ended with Whitney and her son's supposed river suicide.
Mother Sterling's old illness flared up from grief and she was hospitalized. Meanwhile, Harrison was also rushed to the ER for a ruptured brain blood vessel.
Vera rushed over and kept vigil for three days and nights until Harrison finally woke up, only to have him grab her throat and slam her against the wall.
The man's expression was vicious, his voice hoarse: "I remember EVERYTHING now. You're the one who took Whitney's place. You're the bitch who deliberately provoked me to misunderstand her for eight whole years, driving her to jump in the river with my son!"
"I'll show you what's worse than death!"
Vera's face turned blue from his grip, gasping for air as she pushed him away: "Don't you have any responsibility in this?"
"If you really loved Whitney, how could you be so easily manipulated by me?"
"The one who really made her despair, who killed them both—that was YOU!"
Harrison's expression crumbled as he covered his chest and fell to his knees.
Countless voices echoed in his ears:
"Harrison, buy me these pink sneakers, please? All my shoes before were bought by you—they're comfortable and pretty!"
"Harrison, this is your favorite beef stew. Try it and see if it brings back any memories?"
Then came the woman's desolate voice from the recording: "Fine, as you wish. I'll give you the Mrs. Sterling position!"
He held the recorder tightly, looking up through his tears: "Whitney's strong—she'd never just die like this!"
"Once I find her, I'll make you pay for what you did!"
Overnight, the drama between Harrison, Whitney, and Vera went viral nationwide.
Netizens furiously cursed Vera for being scheming and vicious, demanding she leave the entertainment industry.
Instantly, all of Vera's endorsements and movie roles were pulled.
Sterling Corporation's stock plummeted with shareholders complaining loudly.
Then Harrison was labeled a heartless man by netizens and torn apart online.
This trending topic of cursing the scumbag and homewrecker lasted a full month without cooling down.
It made Whitney in distant Bhutan see it every time she opened news apps. But she didn't click on the stories, just scrolled past.
Since she didn't want Harrison anymore, his life or death didn't concern her.
Whitney had changed her name to Dawn Collins and now ran her own bakery with her beloved son, trading stocks online when she had time—living a simple, peaceful life.
Time flew by—it had been a year.
She was taking her baby for a checkup early one morning when she unexpectedly ran into Dr. Shaw in the elevator.
The man stared at her intently, his eyes suddenly reddening: "Mrs. Sterling, it's been a while. How are you?"
"You've got the wrong person. I'm Dawn Collins." Whitney tried to leave but he blocked her path: "Even though you cut your long hair and removed the teardrop mole under your right eye, I still recognize you."
"Mrs. Sterling, I'm also from Boston Latin—same graduating class as you and Mr. Sterling. I'm Xavier Shaw. Remember now?"
Mother Sterling's old illness flared up from grief and she was hospitalized. Meanwhile, Harrison was also rushed to the ER for a ruptured brain blood vessel.
Vera rushed over and kept vigil for three days and nights until Harrison finally woke up, only to have him grab her throat and slam her against the wall.
The man's expression was vicious, his voice hoarse: "I remember EVERYTHING now. You're the one who took Whitney's place. You're the bitch who deliberately provoked me to misunderstand her for eight whole years, driving her to jump in the river with my son!"
"I'll show you what's worse than death!"
Vera's face turned blue from his grip, gasping for air as she pushed him away: "Don't you have any responsibility in this?"
"If you really loved Whitney, how could you be so easily manipulated by me?"
"The one who really made her despair, who killed them both—that was YOU!"
Harrison's expression crumbled as he covered his chest and fell to his knees.
Countless voices echoed in his ears:
"Harrison, buy me these pink sneakers, please? All my shoes before were bought by you—they're comfortable and pretty!"
"Harrison, this is your favorite beef stew. Try it and see if it brings back any memories?"
Then came the woman's desolate voice from the recording: "Fine, as you wish. I'll give you the Mrs. Sterling position!"
He held the recorder tightly, looking up through his tears: "Whitney's strong—she'd never just die like this!"
"Once I find her, I'll make you pay for what you did!"
Overnight, the drama between Harrison, Whitney, and Vera went viral nationwide.
Netizens furiously cursed Vera for being scheming and vicious, demanding she leave the entertainment industry.
Instantly, all of Vera's endorsements and movie roles were pulled.
Sterling Corporation's stock plummeted with shareholders complaining loudly.
Then Harrison was labeled a heartless man by netizens and torn apart online.
This trending topic of cursing the scumbag and homewrecker lasted a full month without cooling down.
It made Whitney in distant Bhutan see it every time she opened news apps. But she didn't click on the stories, just scrolled past.
Since she didn't want Harrison anymore, his life or death didn't concern her.
Whitney had changed her name to Dawn Collins and now ran her own bakery with her beloved son, trading stocks online when she had time—living a simple, peaceful life.
Time flew by—it had been a year.
She was taking her baby for a checkup early one morning when she unexpectedly ran into Dr. Shaw in the elevator.
The man stared at her intently, his eyes suddenly reddening: "Mrs. Sterling, it's been a while. How are you?"
"You've got the wrong person. I'm Dawn Collins." Whitney tried to leave but he blocked her path: "Even though you cut your long hair and removed the teardrop mole under your right eye, I still recognize you."
"Mrs. Sterling, I'm also from Boston Latin—same graduating class as you and Mr. Sterling. I'm Xavier Shaw. Remember now?"
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