My Ex Thought I Still Loved Him, I Was Already Married Rich Chapter 05

My Ex Thought I Still Loved Him, I Was Already Married Rich Chapter 05

The officer did not even look up.

“Not right now. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

I was pushed into a holding cell.

Several women were sitting inside, chatting.

When they saw me come in, they exchanged looks.

One short-haired woman suddenly smiled.

“Well, well. So you’re the homewrecker who tried to seduce someone else’s fiancé?”

As she spoke, she picked up a bucket of cold water and dumped it straight onto my cot.

“You can sleep on that tonight.”

The others burst into laughter.

“You look that slutty, and you’re scared of the cold?”

“She even had the nerve to hit someone else’s fiancé.”

That was when I realized they were doing it on purpose.

Sophia must have arranged it in advance.

No one let me sleep that entire night.

The moment I closed my eyes, someone kicked the cot on purpose.

Someone else deliberately threw trash at me.

Near dawn, someone even splashed cold water directly onto my face.

I curled up on the cold, soaked cot, shivering all over.

The scratches Sophia had left on my face throbbed with pain, and my burned arm stung like fire.

But my mind only grew clearer.

Five years ago, they killed my mother and drove my father to his death.

Now, they still refused to let me go.

The next morning, I was finally released.

I was dizzy and unsteady, as if all the strength had been drained out of me.

A staff member handed my phone back.

“Mr. Shaw was kind enough not to press charges. You can go. Try to stay out of trouble from now on.”

I said nothing. I only lowered my head and turned on my phone.

The next second, countless notifications exploded across the screen.

Yesterday’s scene had gone viral.

The video had clearly been edited with malicious intent.

All that remained was the clip of me slapping Julian.

Then it cut to Sophia crying and breaking down.

The entire comment section was cursing me.

[Is this woman insane?]

[I heard she used to be a desperate simp too.]

[Poor Miss Carlisle.]

[Why doesn’t a homewrecker like her just die?]

Someone had even doxxed me.

Someone else had dug up the address of the old neighborhood where my grandmother lived.

For a second, my breath stopped.

Soon, I came across a video.

It was outside the neighborhood grocery store.

My grandmother, who was almost eighty, was surrounded by a crowd of media vultures, with cameras shoved into her face.

“Is your granddaughter a homewrecker?”

“Does she have mental problems?”

“We heard she was stealing other women’s boyfriends back in college. Is that true?”

The old woman stood there, lost and helpless.

She was clutching the fresh corn and chicken she had just bought tightly in her arms.

Before I left yesterday, I had called her.

I told her I would come see her after I finished my errands and that I wanted to have her chicken-and-corn chowder.

I rushed back to the old neighborhood like I had lost my mind.

Only one thought remained in my head.

Grandma had a bad heart. She could not handle a shock.

But the moment I got upstairs, I saw the walls covered in bright red spray paint.

[Homewrecker, drop dead.]

[Hope your whole trash family dies.]

[Shameless bitch.]

A few cheap funeral wreaths leaned crookedly beside the door, and fake obituary printouts littered the floor.

Several neighbors stood in the hallway, whispering among themselves.

I pushed the door open and walked in.

In the kitchen, my favorite chicken-and-corn chowder was still simmering on the stove.

The familiar aroma filled the air.

But my grandmother was lying motionless at the kitchen doorway.

“Grandma!”

I rushed over, my hands shaking so badly that I could barely hold her steady.

Her face was deathly pale, and she had already lost consciousness.

The people watching from outside the door did not come in to help. Not one of them.

They only stood there, pointing and whispering.

I gritted my teeth and carried my unconscious grandmother downstairs by myself, then rushed her to the hospital.

The lights outside the emergency room were blinding.

I stood there in a complete mess.

My face was still swollen, and blisters had already risen on the burn across my arm.

But I could not care about any of that.

A nurse hurried out, her expression grave.

“She’s having a major heart attack. She needs emergency surgery right now.”

I clung to those words like a lifeline.

“Do it. Do it now.”

But the nurse hesitated.

“The attending cardiac surgeon who can perform this procedure is currently seeing a high-profile patient in a private suite. You may need to wait.”

My entire body went rigid.

“My grandmother is dying, and you’re telling me to wait?”

The nurse looked troubled too.

“I’m sorry. That patient is high-profile. There’s nothing we can do.”

My mind roared. I turned and rushed toward the private consultation room.

I shoved the door open and saw Sophia sitting on the hospital bed.

When she saw me, she froze for a moment.

Then she slowly smiled.

“Nora?”

I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms.

“Let the doctor save my grandmother first. She’s dying.”

Sophia blinked, her voice soft and innocent.

“But my chest feels awful too. You upset me so badly yesterday. The doctor is examining me right now.”