The Way Out He Never Saw Coming - Chapter 11: Chapter 11
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The moment I stepped into the spotlight, facing the crowd of reporters and their flashing cameras, I expected my nerves to take over. But instead, a strange calm washed over me. Everything—Oliver's unwavering support, Leon's endless harassment—had led to this moment. And for the first time, I was ready to put it all behind me.
I took a deep breath and spoke, my voice steady. "I am Oliver's wife. And yes, before we married, I was in a seven-year relationship. But he was the one who betrayed me. I ended things long before my marriage, yet he's refused to let go."
A murmur spread through the crowd.
Without hesitation, I signaled the staff, and the screen behind me lit up with the contents of my phone—hundreds of messages from an unknown number. Pleading, manipulative texts gave way to furious threats, followed by undeniable proof of Leon's lies: photos of him with another woman, screenshots of his comments from that damning livestream, call logs of his relentless harassment. The evidence laid bare the mess he'd created—all on his own.
The whispers grew louder. Fragments of reactions reached me:
"She should've dumped him years ago. What a nightmare."
"Good riddance. She's way better off without him."
Their words hit me harder than I expected. A lump formed in my throat, my vision blurring with tears. I hadn't come here for sympathy, but hearing it anyway—
Then, just as a tear slipped free, I felt Oliver's hand on my shoulder, grounding me. At his nod, the screen dimmed, and he stepped forward, taking the mic. His voice cut through the noise, calm but firm.
"This ends now," he said, pulling me close. "We've said what needed to be said. I ask that none of you publish my wife's private messages. This isn't just evidence—it's a record of her dignity after seven painful years. Thank you for respecting that."
With a final nod, he ended the conference. The cameras stopped flashing as he guided me offstage, shielding me from prying eyes.
Once we were alone, I whispered, "What about announcing the new branch? You planned to do it here."
Oliver shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "You're with me now. There's nothing left for us in this city—just memories that hurt you. Let's leave it all behind."
Exhaustion hit me like a wave on the ride home. I leaned into Oliver, his arm tightening around me, his warmth easing the ache of the past. Half-asleep, I heard him make a call, his voice low but satisfied.
"Leon? Yes. His character's questionable. If your company's firing him, good. But do everyone a favor—make sure no one else gets tangled up with him."
The quiet triumph in his voice soothed me. I closed my eyes, relief washing over me like a tide.
In the days before we left Greenwoods, Leon's desperate messages trickled in—each one a reminder of the hold he'd once had over me. But now, it felt like a distant nightmare. Oliver's strength had finally closed that ###Chapter.
As we drove away, I felt the weight of the past lifting. Leon would never haunt me again. Beside me, Oliver squeezed my hand, steady as always.
For the first time, I was ready—for a fresh start, for a new life, for the love and peace I'd waited so long to find.
(The End)
I took a deep breath and spoke, my voice steady. "I am Oliver's wife. And yes, before we married, I was in a seven-year relationship. But he was the one who betrayed me. I ended things long before my marriage, yet he's refused to let go."
A murmur spread through the crowd.
Without hesitation, I signaled the staff, and the screen behind me lit up with the contents of my phone—hundreds of messages from an unknown number. Pleading, manipulative texts gave way to furious threats, followed by undeniable proof of Leon's lies: photos of him with another woman, screenshots of his comments from that damning livestream, call logs of his relentless harassment. The evidence laid bare the mess he'd created—all on his own.
The whispers grew louder. Fragments of reactions reached me:
"She should've dumped him years ago. What a nightmare."
"Good riddance. She's way better off without him."
Their words hit me harder than I expected. A lump formed in my throat, my vision blurring with tears. I hadn't come here for sympathy, but hearing it anyway—
Then, just as a tear slipped free, I felt Oliver's hand on my shoulder, grounding me. At his nod, the screen dimmed, and he stepped forward, taking the mic. His voice cut through the noise, calm but firm.
"This ends now," he said, pulling me close. "We've said what needed to be said. I ask that none of you publish my wife's private messages. This isn't just evidence—it's a record of her dignity after seven painful years. Thank you for respecting that."
With a final nod, he ended the conference. The cameras stopped flashing as he guided me offstage, shielding me from prying eyes.
Once we were alone, I whispered, "What about announcing the new branch? You planned to do it here."
Oliver shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "You're with me now. There's nothing left for us in this city—just memories that hurt you. Let's leave it all behind."
Exhaustion hit me like a wave on the ride home. I leaned into Oliver, his arm tightening around me, his warmth easing the ache of the past. Half-asleep, I heard him make a call, his voice low but satisfied.
"Leon? Yes. His character's questionable. If your company's firing him, good. But do everyone a favor—make sure no one else gets tangled up with him."
The quiet triumph in his voice soothed me. I closed my eyes, relief washing over me like a tide.
In the days before we left Greenwoods, Leon's desperate messages trickled in—each one a reminder of the hold he'd once had over me. But now, it felt like a distant nightmare. Oliver's strength had finally closed that ###Chapter.
As we drove away, I felt the weight of the past lifting. Leon would never haunt me again. Beside me, Oliver squeezed my hand, steady as always.
For the first time, I was ready—for a fresh start, for a new life, for the love and peace I'd waited so long to find.
(The End)
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