She Got His Celebration, I Got His Betrayal Chapter 05

She Got His Celebration, I Got His Betrayal Chapter 05

“Mrs. Prescott, say something!”

Getting the first scoop on Celeste Vance was everything to those reporters.

I hadn’t expected Celeste to be stupid enough to post this online.

She thought it would force Julian to divorce me.

I was supposed to be obedient. Quiet. Easy to manage. A regular working girl would never dare go up against

the Vance and Prescott families. But this time, she was wrong.

I wiped the rain and tears from my face.

“Since Miss Vance wants to make this public, let’s put everything on the table.”

“Tomorrow, I’m calling a press conference. I’ll give everyone a real answer about who wrecked whose

marriage.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t cost any of you your story.”

The reporters exchanged looks. I turned and saw Julian standing behind the door, his face cold.

So many times before, I would reflect on myself the moment I saw him unhappy.

Right.

Back then, I was just an ordinary girl trying to make a living.

In my senior year of college, a car accident took my family. I broke down, but I didn’t give up hope. I fought to

survive.

Julian came into my life at my lowest point. Because of a bet.

He was gentle and attentive. He solved my work problems, tolerated my moods, and spoiled me like a

princess.

But when Celeste came back, I finally understood. Every gift came with a price I just hadn’t seen yet.

“Why are you all standing around here?”

A lazy, sharp voice cut through the rain.

The reporters all turned.

A black luxury car pulled in. A tall man stepped out holding a black umbrella, frowning at the mess of

cameras.

He pushed through the crowd and came to stand beside me, holding the umbrella over my head.

“Katherine, the Vance family is trying to force Celeste into marrying some old money bastard. She’s a mess

right now and pinning everything on me.”

His eyes were dark. I pulled out my phone and saw that my social media accounts had already been flooded.

[Homewrecker who ruined my Celeste’s relationship!]

[That slut deserved to be harassed! She went after Julian Prescott, and now he won’t even represent her!]

[Why don’t you just die!]

Julian’s voice turned rough, almost pleading.

“Celeste is at a breaking point in her career. If the public pins her as the other woman, her acting career is

done.”

“When we get in front of the reporters, I need you to say you were the one who came between us. Katherine,

I’ll make it up to you. I swear.”

I met his anxious gaze and said quietly, “That’s all you want from me?”

He seemed surprised by how calm I was. But Celeste’s crying had already frayed his nerves.

“That’s it. Reporters are waiting downstairs. You just need to clarify things for the public.”

Julian personally pushed me out the door. The next second, flashbulbs exploded in my face. Seven or eight microphones were shoved at me.

“Are you Katherine Prescott? What’s your relationship with Julian Prescott?”

“Celeste Vance posted that you interfered in her relationship with Julian Prescott. Are you the other

woman?”

I stood in the rain, my hospital gown quickly soaked through.

I lifted my eyes to the cameras.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve, miss,” he said low in my ear.

I gave a weak smile. “You have great timing.”

He grinned, reckless in the glare of the flashbulbs.

“I happened to hear Mrs. Prescott is holding a press conference. Why not hold it at Ashford Group?”

He turned to his assistant. “Get a space approved immediately. Issue press passes to everyone here.”

Tomorrow at ten. Don’t be late.”

Then he pulled me into the car.

The reporters were left behind, buzzing.

“Who was that?”

“Ashford! Wait, like the richest family? That was Evan Ashford–the heir!”

“No way. Why would someone like him know the homewrecker?”

The speeding sports car left all the humiliation behind.

The restless man tossed me a towel. “Dry off. You’re just going to stand out in the rain like that?”

Before I could answer, Julian’s call came in. I hit decline. He called again. I declined again.

“Why aren’t you answering?”

“Katherine, who was that man? Evan Ashford? How do you know him?”

“Do you have any idea how much damage your words could do to Celeste’s reputation? We worked too hard

to control the narrative.”

I pressed the towel over my face and watched the screen light up again and again.

My vision blurred.

I held back the sting in my nose.

Julian.

You stood behind that door and watched another man take me away.

Your words were sharp with blame, but you never thought to step forward and pull me back.

Never thought to tell everyone I was your wife and that Celeste was the one who ruined our marriage.

“You always cry like it’s the end of the world. Who taught you that?”

Evan looked at me coldly and wiped my tears away with an awkward touch.

He snatched my phone, scanned the messages, clicked his tongue, and deleted and blocked the number.

“I really don’t get how you could be dumb enough to fall for a guy like that.”