Chapter 196
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Davina explained, “Someone posted that you cheated during your marriage, and now you’re living off some rich, older guy. It’s all over the internet. People are tearing you apart. I sent you the link.”
“I’ll look at it later,” Christina said calmly, unfazed.
They chatted for a minute or two before ending the call.
Still wrapped in her sheets, Christina lay there for a moment before finally sitting up. Her hair was a mess, her eyes barely open, and she looked like someone who hadn’t fully returned to the real world yet. She stretched her arms above her head, yawned quietly, and finally stood up.
As she walked toward the bathroom, she opened the message from Davina and tapped the link.
One look at the article was enough. The headline accused her of infidelity during her marriage and claimed that she became involved with a married man after her divorce. According to the post, she was being “kept” by an older man who spoiled her with luxury.
Several photos were attached—one of her stepping out of a sleek black car and another of her walking into a high-end boutique, dressed casually. Below the article, the comments were already piling up.
“She looks beautiful but has no shame! The man’s wife stood by him for years, and this woman just shows up to enjoy the riches. Disgusting!”
“She cheated during her marriage, and now she’s a homewrecker? She’s always been like this. Any man who ends up with her is asking for trouble.”
“Women like her ruin families. A man should marry someone decent, not someone like that.”
“And where’s the man in all of this? The entire post is just speculation. People should stop judging without facts.”
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“Oh, please. If someone spoke up like this, they must have proof. If she tries to deny it, trust me—someone will present the evidence!”
As Christina scrolled through the comments, she noticed something. The few people who dared to defend her were immediately attacked, mocked, dismissed, and even insulted by those who didn’t care about the truth.
Some commenters shrugged off the entire situation, saying things like, “Men cheat. It’s normal. Boys will be boys.”
According to them, men worked hard to provide, so a “moment of unfaithfulness” didn’t really matter. As long as they came back home in the end, everything was supposedly fine. Better late than never, they said.
Christina let out a small, humorless smile. The absurdity was almost comical. When men messed up, it was dismissed as natural, even forgivable. But when women did the same, the world turned savage. The backlash was brutal, filled with venom, as if people wanted to tear her apart for daring to be flawed. The hypocrisy was blinding.
She exited the app, set her phone aside, and walked into the bathroom. Calmly, she began brushing her teeth and washing her face.
Later, in the dining room, Chloe gazed at Christina, opened her mouth several times, but eventually clamped it shut.
After a pause, Chloe finally spoke up, her voice hesitant as she was unsure whether she should bring this up. “Christina…”
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