Hubert's expression darkened. He gritted his teeth and said, "Fine. You want it big? I'll make it big for you!"

Without another word, he pulled out his phone and made another call.

My heart surged with anticipation.

Yes. Stir it up. The bigger, the better. Let the whole world witness the scandal of your perfect, wealthy family.

With his influence, it didn't take long before a swarm of online streamers rushed to the scene, all raising their phones, livestreaming with eager faces.

"Everyone, we've just caught a huge piece of gossip! See this woman right here? Don't be fooled by her innocent looks—she's rotten to the core!"

"She once tried to drag her best friend into a suicide pact after a breakup. Her friend risked her life to save her, and she lived. But instead of gratitude, she became jealous of her friend's better life, and has done nothing but cause trouble since!"

"For years, she's been leeching off her friend. Whenever she had no money, she runs to her. Pregnant and heavily burdened, her friend still runs errands for her, cleans up her messes, even drags herself out in the middle of the night to fetch her when she's drunk out of her mind."

"And what does she do in return? Nothing! She spends money like water, treats her friend's generosity as her due, even pawns her friend's wedding jewelry to buy gifts for boytoys! She maxed out her friend's credit cards to pay off her massive gambling debts!"

"Her private life is a disaster. Already married, yet constantly fooling around, seducing men, knowingly becoming the mistress. She's been chased down and beaten by wives multiple times!"

"I heard that she even contracted a filthy disease. She went to the hospital in secret, dragging her friend along to cover for her—who knows how many men she infected before that?"

"Everyone, remember her face! If you've got guts, slap her if you ever see her. If not, just stay far away—don't risk catching something from her!"

The streamers piled lie upon lie, weaving tales out of thin air, exaggerating every word.

Soon, every livestream platform was boiling with curses.

"Holy shit, her friend and husband must be saints to put up with trash like her!"

"This isn't even a woman—it's a walking tumor!"

"Right? Keeping her alive is like letting a plague spread!"

The scandal fermented at lightning speed. Within minutes, my photo was plastered across the internet, shooting straight onto the trending hot search.

"Leeching Woman."

"Toxic Friend."

"Slut."

Ugly labels piled onto my name, one after another, until they became my new identity.

As the streamers fanned the flames, the onlookers' emotions exploded.

One by one, they began hurling eggs and rotten vegetables at me.

Some who had been eating nearby even smashed their beer bottles at my feet.

Like a lamb before slaughter, I stood in the middle of the filth, drowning in insults, reeking of garbage.

And then—through the chaos, a familiar figure emerged from the crowd.

It was Blake.

At the sight of his face, my lonely heart finally found a refuge.

To me, Blake had always been my strongest support.

No matter what grievances I faced outside, he would patiently comfort me, help me, shield me.

He was not only my husband—he was my safe harbor, my home.

At that moment, all my defenses fell.

I wanted nothing more than to run into his arms, to collapse into the warmth I trusted most.

So I did.

But the moment I reached him, he shoved me away.

The force caught me off guard. I stumbled back, losing balance, and crashed heavily to the ground.

Shards of broken beer bottles dug deep into my palms and thighs.

The sharp pain shot straight to my brain—yet compared to the agony in my heart, it was nothing.

'Even Blake... doesn't believe me anymore?'

"Celestine," he said, his face dark with fury, his eyes filled with disappointment, "I never thought you were this kind of person."

"For all these years of marriage, I treated you like a treasure. Whatever you wanted, I gave. I never lost my temper at you, never let you suffer even the smallest grievance."

"I learned massage and therapy just to care for you better. I kept you warm, clothed, tended to every need—terrified that you might be even a little unwell."

"And you? What did you do?"

"You went behind my back, sucking your best friend's blood, gambling, destroying your own reputation and dignity!"

"The body I worked so hard to nurse back to health—you ruined it with your filthy, shameful acts!"

"Celestine, you're not just degrading yourself—you're trampling on our marriage!"

The man who had always been so gentle, for the first time, was completely unhinged.

His voice was raw, each word like a blade, cutting me deeper than any wound on my body.

Seeing him like this, my chest tightened painfully.

Holding back tears, I forced myself up and tried to explain, "Blake, I—"

But before I could finish, his palm cracked harshly across my face.

"Shut up! Don't you dare say my name—you're not worthy!"

With that, he tore the wedding ring off his finger and flung it at me.

"Let's divorce."

The cold finality in his voice pierced my heart deeper than the slap.

The man I had once thought was my shelter—just shattered my last piece of faith.

I froze, feeling empty, like my soul had been ripped away.

Hubert seized the moment, sneering. "Celestine, now do you understand what it feels like to be disgraced and ruined?"

"A greedy, scheming, dirty woman like you—did you really think you deserved anyone's love? You didn't even deserve Lianna's kindness!"

"Thank heavens I dumped you. Staying with a disgusting leech like you would've been the biggest shame of my life."

"The only useful thing you've ever done was bringing Lianna into my life. From now on, you can choke on the contempt of everyone around you. I'll make sure Lianna cuts all ties with you. Without her, let's see how you survive!"

His words hit like stones, and the crowd erupted in agreement.

The barrage of insults multiplied—comment feeds, streamers, onlookers—thousands of voices united in cursing me.

The crushing weight of being condemned by all... it was suffocating.

Even though I had braced myself, I still couldn't hold back. I broke down.

And then—Hubert's phone rang.

The caller was Lianna.

He answered instantly, only to be met with her sobbing voice, "Hubby... I... I lost the baby..."

Hubert's eyes reddened in an instant. "What happened?!"

Lianna stammered between tears, "It was Celestine... She insisted on going to a hotel with a bunch of male models. I tried to stop her, but she pushed me down... she's the reason I miscarried!"

Her words made the crowd gasp.

As for me, standing at the very heart of the storm—I finally let out a long, shaky breath.

It's starting. The end has finally come.