My Husband’s Happiness Reached 100% When I Left Chapter 05

My Husband’s Happiness Reached 100% When I Left Chapter 05

The white light faded, and the Annika who’d just been shoved to the ground vanished.

As if sensing something, Damian spun around abruptly, his face draining of color.

“Where’s Annika?”

Everyone followed his gaze.

The woman who’d been there a moment ago was gone without a trace.

But no one cared.

“Probably ran off before we could ask her more questions. So dramatic, honestly.”

“With a story this big about Mr. Ashford and his new lady, who’s going to bother with some washed-up

actress’s scandal anyway?”

“Right, forget her. Mr. Ashford, when can we get an exclusive interview for our network?”

But an inexplicable unease was building in Damian’s chest.

Could Annika really have vanished in a matter of seconds?

Just then, Brielle spoke up:

“Damian, when should we set the wedding date? How about right after you and Annika finalize the divorce?”

Damian snapped back to himself and gave a stiff nod.

“Fine.”

The next second, his expression shifted.

He turned to sweep a glance across the crowd of reporters.

“I’ll do the interview.”

“But you’re going to tell me the truth-who sent you here? And who leaked that video to you?”

The reporters exchanged glances, instinctively looking toward Brielle.

No one dared speak.

After all, she was about to become the future lady of the Ashford family.

Damian caught the direction of their glances, and his face darkened instantly.

Just as he opened his mouth again, Brielle cut him off, pouting:

“Does it even matter now, after everything that’s happened?”

“Damian, my stomach’s not feeling great. Let’s just go home-”

Before she’d even finished, Damian grabbed her arm, hard.

This time, the news of her pregnancy didn’t cloud his judgment.

His voice turned icy.

“Whoever tells me the truth first gets exclusive interview rights with me for the next year.”

“It-it was Ms. Foster!”

The lead reporter blurted it out, pointing straight at Brielle.

“What are you talking about?! That’s slander!”

Brielle’s face went white as she shouted back.

The other reporters snapped out of it too, chiming in with accusations.

“It was Ms. Foster! She told us there was a big story here and gave us the video to post online!”

“She… she said once she became the lady of the Ashford family, she’d get us an interview with you!”

Damian finally understood why the reporters had accepted the news of his divorce from Annika so readily.

No hesitation. Straight to congratulations.

They’d even pushed him about a wedding date.

The reporters were driven off by security who’d rushed in.

Brielle, terror creeping across her face at the sight of Damian’s expression, mustered her courage:

“Damian, let me explain, I just-I don’t know any better, you said you’d be patient with me-”

Crack-

Damian’s hand shot out and struck her across the face, fury twisting into a cold sneer:

“I also said-stay away from Annika. Did you forget that too?”