Hannah''s brow furrowed. Did he really think she still had some lingering affection for him? Did he believe her threats were just empty words, that she wouldn''t actually do anything to tarnish his reputation?


    Fine. If he was going to assume she still cared enough to protect his precious image, he was dead wrong.


    She now had only one thought: he had to go down. No matter what, she wasn''t going to be the one to lose.


    The next day, when Lionel arrived at the factory, he noticed everyone was giving him strange looks.


    He subconsciously ran a hand through his hair and straightened his clothes.


    Passing a mirror, he nced at his reflection. Nothing seemed out of ce. Everything was normal.


    So why were they all staring at him like that?


    When Lionel reached his office, his secretary shot up from her chair, her face pale with panic.


    "Mr. Rosenberg, it''s bad. Something''s happened!"


    She handed him her tablet.


    Seeing her terrified expression, Lionel grew tense. "What is it? Is there a problem with the factory''s operations?"


    She shook her head. "The factory''s fine. It''s you, sir. You''re in serious trouble!"


    Lionel''s already furrowed brow deepened.


    When he saw the text on the screen, he thought his eyes were ying tricks on him,


    or maybe the device was malfunctioning.


    He backed out of the trending topic, closed the app, took a deep breath, and reopened it.


    No mistake. His eyes were fine. The tablet was fine.


    Hannah had posted a picture of their marriage certificate on her social media, along


    with the first divorce agreement he''d asked her to sign.


    She had even highlighted the date and her signature on the document.


    l.ne


    [Hannah]: A month ago, after Ms. Woods'' car ident, my husband Lionel Rosenberg demanded I sign divorce papers to appease his mistress. I signed. He never followed through with filing them at the courthouse After repeated provocations from the mistress, moved to reim marital assets, including gifts Lionel gave her. In retaliation, she spread rumors about me online and has now fled to Kiron. My husband refuses to grant me a divorce, so I have officially filed with the court.


    Lionel blinked. "?!"


    No!


    What was she doing!


    The post shot to the top of the trending list, and the inte exploded.


    [WTF? What is this? Didn''t Mr. Rosenberg im he was single and unmarried? He held a whole press conference, right?]


    [Married? Then what was the deal with him and Sandra? Weren''t they all over the trending topics for their PDA? So Sandra was the mistress?]


    [Wow, so the mistress skips town and leaves a mess, and the scumbag husband refuses to get a divorce. ssic.]


    [I knew something was off when she went to the Woods'' house to get her stuff back. It didn''t seem like something a high-society family would do content


    [Taking back gifts is so tacky.]


    [The person above has no morals. Why can''t she take them back? It''s marital property.]


    Meanwhile, the subject of the


    inte''s obsession was enjoying a


    pleasant afternoon tea with her


    brother at the office, while their


    colleagues stared at them in


    stunned silence.


    Oh my god, the main character of all those scandals was right here this whole time,


    and we had no idea!