My Wedding Dress Triggered the Fall of a Giant - Chapter 29: Chapter 29
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Camille's POV
To stop them from brawling, I quickly wrapped my arms around Truman’s neck. “Honey, let it go, okay? We finally got a chance to go on a trip as a family.”
“Honey, be good,” he said, pinching my cheek. But his eyes were ice-cold. "Someone tried to steal my wife. If I just stand here and take it, I might as well hand them the damn ring myself."
With that, I stepped aside, knowing better than to argue.
If I didn’t let him blow off steam now, I’d be stuck for the next two weeks “proving” how much I loved him, his favorite brand of emotional revenge. For someone so sharp and ruthless in the business world, Truman had a ridiculous lack of security when it came to love.
Kemp, watching us be all couple-y, looked like he was going to explode. His veins popped, and he charged forward with clenched fists.
But before he could even graze Truman’s sleeve, Truman dropped him to the floor with a clean roundhouse kick, leaving Kemp groaning, unable to get up.
“That’s it?” Truman scoffed. “In your next life, don’t even dream of touching a single hair on my wife.”
Kemp looked at me in pain. “Camille…”
But Truman didn’t even let him finish. He scooped me up bridal-style and leaned close to my ear.
“Double punishment tonight,” he growled.
As the hotel had officially ruined the vibe, we decided to fly back to Sydney.
As soon as we landed, we got an update from the police. Wendy and the hotel staff were found guilty of false accusations and sentenced to 15 days of detention.
But Truman stayed unusually quiet the entire trip. Even when playing blocks with our son, he seemed distracted.
Then he finally spoke up.
“Honey,” he said, gently setting the blocks aside, “I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve seen Wendy somewhere before.”
I raised a brow. “She’s a livestream-famous lawyer with over 100,000 followers. Of course, you’ve seen her.”
“No, not online.” He leaned on one hand, frowning in thought. “I mean in real life. The night I saved you five years ago, I think I saw her in that alley.”
Despite downplaying it, Truman still couldn’t let it go. Because of that, he quietly launched a full background investigation into Wendy, digging through the past ten years of her life.
When the results came back, I felt cold all over, and my hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
It turned out that the gang of thugs who attacked me in that alley after I broke up with Kemp didn’t just want to hurt me. They even wanted to cripple me.
But what surprised me the most was that it wasn't just a random incident. They were hired by Wendy.
I’d always assumed it was a stroke of bad luck, and once the attackers were caught, I let it go. But never in a million years did I imagine Wendy would go that far just to have Kemp all to herself.
Seeing me in such a state, Truman pulled me tightly into his arms and warmly said, “It’s over now. I’m here. I’ll always be here.”
And just like that, the tears I’d been holding back finally burst out. I sobbed into his chest, the pain from those years finally breaking free.
Back then, I’d locked myself away, barely eating, speaking, and breathing.
But Truman never left my side. He stayed with me through every long, sleepless night.
Kemp once regarded me as his savior, but who would have expected that mine would be Truman?
“Thank you,” I whispered into his shoulder. “Thank you for never leaving me.”
Our love story wasn’t grand. It was just simple.
Back in high school, I was a scholarship student working three jobs, while he was the untouchable heir everyone admired.
He once told me he didn’t know when it started, but every time he saw my thin back, it made his heart ache.
Then we met again in that dark alley, and he realized what he really wanted was to protect me for the rest of his life.
“Mommy!” our son ran up on his little legs and latched onto my leg like a koala. “I want cuddles too!”
Truman let out a groan and picked him up by the back of his shirt. “You little rascal! Don’t you know what a third wheel is?”
Eventually, we turned all the evidence over to the police.
Now, Wendy couldn’t escape the law.
As we thought that was it, an anonymous tip suddenly revealed that her law license was fake.
With that case, her livestream account got permanently banned, and the internet exploded in outrage.
To stop them from brawling, I quickly wrapped my arms around Truman’s neck. “Honey, let it go, okay? We finally got a chance to go on a trip as a family.”
“Honey, be good,” he said, pinching my cheek. But his eyes were ice-cold. "Someone tried to steal my wife. If I just stand here and take it, I might as well hand them the damn ring myself."
With that, I stepped aside, knowing better than to argue.
If I didn’t let him blow off steam now, I’d be stuck for the next two weeks “proving” how much I loved him, his favorite brand of emotional revenge. For someone so sharp and ruthless in the business world, Truman had a ridiculous lack of security when it came to love.
Kemp, watching us be all couple-y, looked like he was going to explode. His veins popped, and he charged forward with clenched fists.
But before he could even graze Truman’s sleeve, Truman dropped him to the floor with a clean roundhouse kick, leaving Kemp groaning, unable to get up.
“That’s it?” Truman scoffed. “In your next life, don’t even dream of touching a single hair on my wife.”
Kemp looked at me in pain. “Camille…”
But Truman didn’t even let him finish. He scooped me up bridal-style and leaned close to my ear.
“Double punishment tonight,” he growled.
As the hotel had officially ruined the vibe, we decided to fly back to Sydney.
As soon as we landed, we got an update from the police. Wendy and the hotel staff were found guilty of false accusations and sentenced to 15 days of detention.
But Truman stayed unusually quiet the entire trip. Even when playing blocks with our son, he seemed distracted.
Then he finally spoke up.
“Honey,” he said, gently setting the blocks aside, “I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve seen Wendy somewhere before.”
I raised a brow. “She’s a livestream-famous lawyer with over 100,000 followers. Of course, you’ve seen her.”
“No, not online.” He leaned on one hand, frowning in thought. “I mean in real life. The night I saved you five years ago, I think I saw her in that alley.”
Despite downplaying it, Truman still couldn’t let it go. Because of that, he quietly launched a full background investigation into Wendy, digging through the past ten years of her life.
When the results came back, I felt cold all over, and my hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
It turned out that the gang of thugs who attacked me in that alley after I broke up with Kemp didn’t just want to hurt me. They even wanted to cripple me.
But what surprised me the most was that it wasn't just a random incident. They were hired by Wendy.
I’d always assumed it was a stroke of bad luck, and once the attackers were caught, I let it go. But never in a million years did I imagine Wendy would go that far just to have Kemp all to herself.
Seeing me in such a state, Truman pulled me tightly into his arms and warmly said, “It’s over now. I’m here. I’ll always be here.”
And just like that, the tears I’d been holding back finally burst out. I sobbed into his chest, the pain from those years finally breaking free.
Back then, I’d locked myself away, barely eating, speaking, and breathing.
But Truman never left my side. He stayed with me through every long, sleepless night.
Kemp once regarded me as his savior, but who would have expected that mine would be Truman?
“Thank you,” I whispered into his shoulder. “Thank you for never leaving me.”
Our love story wasn’t grand. It was just simple.
Back in high school, I was a scholarship student working three jobs, while he was the untouchable heir everyone admired.
He once told me he didn’t know when it started, but every time he saw my thin back, it made his heart ache.
Then we met again in that dark alley, and he realized what he really wanted was to protect me for the rest of his life.
“Mommy!” our son ran up on his little legs and latched onto my leg like a koala. “I want cuddles too!”
Truman let out a groan and picked him up by the back of his shirt. “You little rascal! Don’t you know what a third wheel is?”
Eventually, we turned all the evidence over to the police.
Now, Wendy couldn’t escape the law.
As we thought that was it, an anonymous tip suddenly revealed that her law license was fake.
With that case, her livestream account got permanently banned, and the internet exploded in outrage.
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