He Said He Could Afford Two Wives, I Showed Him He Could Afford Zero Chapter 09

He Said He Could Afford Two Wives, I Showed Him He Could Afford Zero Chapter 09

Landon and Skylar’s so–called wedding of the century ended in the most humiliating public train wreck imaginable. 

I left the hotel in excellent spirits. The mess behind me, there were people to handle that. 

Sure enough, that night, a headline shot to number one: [Cross CEO Wedding Implodes in Scandal.] 

The videos and photos spread like wildfire. 

After a brief circuit–breaker halt, Cross stock opened the next 

morning and kept hemorrhaging. 

The internet completely detonated. 

At first, everyone was slamming Landon and Skylar as trash. 

[Revenge arc of the year!] 

[Queen behavior. Well done, Aria!] 

[Garbage like that deserves to be ruined, take it all!] 

But then the tide shifted. 

Somehow, a swarm of self–righteous commentators crawled out of the woodwork and started calling me cruel and vicious. 

[Where’s the mercy? You loved him once. Did you have to destroy him?] 

[It takes two to tango. Yeah, he’s trash, but the ex–girlfriend’s no saint.] 

[This woman is terrifying. Who would ever date her? She’s unhinged!] 

Then someone claiming to be Skylar’s best friend started 

“exposing” things online, saying I used my family’s power to 

bully Landon, treated him like a dog, and Skylar was the true 

angel who saved him from his misery. 

Sob–story post after post. Heartfelt. Gut–wrenching. I was 

painted as a spoiled, vicious monster. 

Meanwhile, Landon and Skylar started performing. They gave a tearful media interview. Skylar, weeping, swore every photo 

was a malicious, photoshopped fake. 

She also claimed she’d miscarried from the shock. Landon sat 

beside her, holding her, looking devastated and guilty. He confessed to the camera that he’d wronged me, but he truly loved Skylar. 

He heaped all the blame onto himself, crafting this tortured, romantic image and protecting their “victim” narrative. The 

performance was Oscar–worthy. And it worked. 

The online mob turned on me. My social accounts drowned in 

filth. Someone doxxed my address and number. Threats and 

harassment poured in 24/7. 

Landon probably thought that would break me. He called me endlessly. I didn’t answer a single one. Finally, he sent a text. 

[Aria, stop. If you keep this up, it won’t benefit either of us.] 

[Apologize publicly. Admit the photos were faked. And 

compensate me for the drop in Cross’s valuation, and I’ll let it 

go.] 

[Otherwise, don’t blame me for what comes next.] 

I read his message and smiled. Still refusing to face reality. He wanted to play the public–opinion game? Fine. I’d play it to the end. 

I logged into my personal account and posted my lawyer’s cease–and–desist letter and a police report. 

[You’ve made your claims. Now make them in court.]