Chapter 130
Evelyn’s POV
Liri Johnson grabbed her coffee cup off the table and threw it straight at me, her face twisted with rage.
Leon moved fast to shield me, but I pressed my hand against his shoulder, pushing him back as I kicked the table leg and shot my chair backward smoothly.
The coffee splashed all over the floor between us.
“Are you okay?” Leon asked quickly, checking me over for any injuries.
I looked down, feeling weird at his concern. “I’m fine p>
Leon whipped around to face Liri, his eyes darkening with serious fury. “Get security in here right now!” he shouted.
His assistant immediately made the call, and seconds later, security guys rushed in, holding Liri down in her chair as she fought against them.
I stood up calmly and walked over to her, looking down at her shaking. “Pissed off, are you p>
“Getting called out makes you this mad?” I asked coolly. “Then how do you think all those people you’ve hurt over the years feel p>
The livestream was still rolling. Leon’s explanation had totally destroyed Liri’s “homewrecker” BS about me, but I could see some viewers weren’t ready to give me a pass. Someone was trying to join our video call.
The tech guy glanced at me like he was asking permission. I knew the IP address right away—it belonged to someone who had already accused me of seducing her uncle. Obviously, Liri wasn’t the only one trying to trash my reputation.
I got serious. “Let them in p>
As soon as the video connected, a young woman with a baby face appeared on screen, crying. “My aunt committed suicide!” she sobbed.
“You’re the homewrecker!” she continued, pointing at me. “You seduced my ex-uncle, caused my aunt to lose everything in the divorce, and he won’t even pay alimony for their two kids! All because of you, you bitch p>
The girl was totally losing it now, her voice cracking. “If you hadn’t gotten involved, my aunt would never have gotten so desperate! You drove her to suicide, you’re basically a murderer p>
The hospital in the background added drama to her accusations.
I watched the comments go crazy against me. Scrolling through the hate, I asked coldly, “Did you actually see me seducing your uncle p>
“No, but my aunt’s PI caught you!” she snapped back, suddenly fired up.
She held up a photograph showing a man in his forties looking at me lovingly as I sat on what appeared to be a hotel sofa.
“I don’t know this man,” I stated calmly.
The girl’s face scrunched up with disbelief and contempt. “Sure you don’t. If you didn’t know my ex-uncle, why would he drive so far just to see you? He wouldn’t even visit his own children when they were sick in the hospital p>
“Other than this photo, do you have any other evidence?” I asked, totally unfazed.
“Isn’t this enough?” she freaked out. “You’re so shameless! The evidence is right there and you’re still lying p>
Her drama actually made me smile.Was one photo really enough to judge someone? Is this what social media had done to people?
“So if I appear in any photograph with a man, I must be seducing him?” I challenged.
“You… you’re just making excuses!” she stammered. “If you weren’t hooking up with him, why would the PI photograph you together p>
Her argument was ridiculous, but she continued with tears in her eyes. “My aunt was so good to me. She bought me everything I needed since I was little. I’ve never known anyone kinder, and now this woman has driven her to suicide p>
Looking at her accusations and tears without flinching, I countered, “That photo shows me with three other men and two women. Why aren’t you suspicious of them p>
“Because you look like that,” she sneered, her eyes showing her jealousy of my appearance.
“What do you mean by ’look like that’?” I asked. “What exactly makes me different p>
I turned to address the viewers directly. “Is being attractive a crime? We get our looks from our parents. Should I deal with baseless accusations simply because of how I look p>
My words hit home with many viewers who began sharing their own experiences.
[People always say my promotion was because I slept with the boss, even though I work harder and stay later than anyone in the office p>
[I have a curvy figure and sultry features, and my friends always think I’ll steal their boyfriends whenever they start dating someone new p>
I didn’t look at the comments. Jackson had been finding the girl’s ex-uncle since her first comment appeared.
Perfect timing, Jackson sent me the information. The truth was totally different from what the girl had claimed.
“Since you won’t believe anything I say,” I said smoothly, “let’s get your former uncle on the line p>
Seconds later, we connected with the man himself.
The moment his well-dressed face appeared on screen, the girl went off again. “How dare you show your face! Do you know my aunt took her own life because of your cheating and betrayal p>
The man’s calm features remained steady as he replied, “I never cheated. Your aunt was the unfaithful one p>
“You’re lying!” the girl shot back.
“I knew you wouldn’t believe me, which is why I’ve got all the evidence,” he explained tiredly. “I’ve wanted to clear this up for years, but your aunt begged me to let her keep her reputation, so I’ve been taking the blame this whole time p>
When Jackson had reached out to him, he’d immediately gathered his evidence. As he finished speaking, a link appeared in the chat.
The evidence was brutal—a timeline of her aunt’s hotel visits with incriminating photos and even censored videos that left no doubt about who had been unfaithful.
The girl went quiet, but she wasn’t giving up. Her eyes darted nervously before she found a new way to attack. “What about the kids p>
“Even if my aunt made a mistake, Emma and Jake are innocent! It’s been two years since the divorce, and you haven’t paid a penny in child support. They’re still in school p>
Her words set off the man’s hidden anger. He held up a document to the camera. “Because they’re not my children p>
“Neither one is mine!” he continued, his voice rising. “I raised them like they were my own for twelve years. Wasn’t being played for a fool for over a decade enough p>
His revelation shocked the livestream audience.
I felt like I was watching The Maury Show or Paternity Court unfold in real time. Should I jump in and deliver the classic “You are NOT the father!” line for him?