He Covered for His Fake Innocent Girl, I Sent Both to Prison Chapter 09

He Covered for His Fake Innocent Girl, I Sent Both to Prison Chapter 09

Her voice cut through the room like shattered glass, completely stripping away the facade.

“Aren’t you just a parasite living off your fiancée, using her money to climb your way up to professor?!” she spat viciously.

“You’re suffocating under your own pathetic inferiority complex! You can’t stand seeing her excel, and it eats you alive that she witnessed you at your absolute lowest!”

“That’s the real reason you laid eyes on me!”

“Because I’m weak! Because I depend on you! Because next to me, you finally feel like a real man

“You just wanted to stroke your pathetic, fragile sense of toxic masculinity!”

She let out a harsh, mocking laugh. “And now you’re trying to act like a saint?!”

She whipped her head toward me, her eyes boring into mine with venomous malice.

“You think you’ve won, Valerie?”

“Do you have any idea how he talked about you when he was in my bed?”

Marcus’s expression warped into pure terror. “Shut the hell up!”

But Candy only pressed on, her words growing sharper and more brutal.

“He said your parents died young! That you’re a desperately damaged, love-starved bitch who could never leave him!”

“He said you have absolutely nothing in this world besides him!”

“He bragged that he treats you like a dog, and that you’d still get down on your knees and beg him to stay! Valerie Vance, you’re nothing but a—”

| “Enough!”

Marcus lunged forward like a rabid animal, desperately trying to slam his hand over her mouth.

But it was too late. The words were out, hanging heavy in the dead air.

He whirled around to face me, his hands shaking in absolute panic as he reached out to grab mine.

“She’s lying!”

“Valerie, she’s making it all up!”

“Don’t listen to her!”

I looked down, staring coldly at his hand on mine.

With a single, effortless jerk of my wrist, I shook him off.

I didn’t even bother to look him in the eye. Turning on my heel, I walked straight out of the precinct

I kept my word.

I compiled every single piece of evidence into a meticulous PDF document.

Then, I uploaded it directly onto the campus Reddit board.

The security footage, the chat logs, the text messages, the DNA paternity report-item by item, laid

bare for all to see.

The fallout was instantaneous.

Candy was formally booked and investigated. With concrete, ironclad evidence, she was officially convicted and sentenced to prison.

Marcus was promptly terminated by the university. His lab was permanently shut down, his academic titles stripped, and every shred of his hard-earned prestige dissolved into absolute nothingness overnight.

The tide of public opinion did a complete U-turn.

The very internet mob that had been ripping me to shreds turned their unbridled fury entirely onto

the two of them.

It wasn’t long before Marcus started crawling back.

First came the text messages.

[Valerie, I was wrong.]

[I swear I had no idea she was that kind of manipulative snake.]

[I was completely played by her.]

[We have ten years of history together. Please, just give me one more chance, okay?]

I left him on read.

When the texts failed, he resorted to camping out downstairs by my corporate office, waiting out in the elements for the entire day.

The second I stepped out of the lobby, he ambushed me.

“Valerie, I’ve lost everything,” he whimpered, his face pale and pathetic. “You can’t throw me away

too.”

I stared through him, my voice flat and clinical.

“Marcus Logan, I don’t recycle garbage.”

Every drop of color left his face.

Before he could open his mouth to spin another plea, corporate security moved in, physically

dragging him away.

I walked away without casting a single glance backward.

Next, I reclaimed the house we were supposed to share and put it straight on the market.

It sold incredibly fast.

Once I moved out, Marcus lost my trail completely, cutting short his pathetic attempt to play the tragic, pining ex-lover.

Later, rumors reached my ears.

The wedding planners and The Grand Bellevue Resort had tracked him down. The remaining balance for the ceremony hadn’t been settled.

That wedding was a masterpiece I had funded lavishly, sparing absolutely no expense. From the custom floral design to the top-tier venue lighting, everything was elite.

The outstanding balance ran deep into the hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Without my capital backing him, he couldn’t even begin to cover the cost.

I heard he was forced to take out massive, predatory loans, working three different low-wage jobs a day just to stave off bankruptcy.

A few months later, outside my office building, I caught sight of him.

He was dressed in a faded DoorDash jacket.

His head was bowed low as he hurried into the lobby to drop off a delivery.

The moment he raised his eyes, our gazes locked.

He froze entirely in place.

In the very next heartbeat, he spun around and bolted out the door, too humiliated to even wait for

the elevator.

I packed up and relocated to a brand new city for a completely fresh start.

My venture projects were fully reinstated. The venture capital, the elite teams, and the prime

hands. resources-piece by piece, everything returned to my

Standing in my new executive boardroom, I looked out through the massive floor-to-ceiling

windows.

The sprawling city lights danced across the glass pane.

A faint memory from a lifetime ago suddenly drifted through my mind. The voice of a man whispering, “I will become the only sanctuary you ever need.”

A soft, mocking chuckle escaped my lips.

Reaching over, I flicked the switch, plunging the room into darkness.

Now, I don’t need anyone at all.