Chapter 1139
No.1
[Arabella is so unlucky! Not only did he deceive her for seven years, but he also exploited her. Now she’s being mocked and labeled a homewrecker!
[Harrison Winslow is trash! Let’s storm his social media! Bombard him!]
The online outrage escalated rapidly.
Meanwhile, Arabella’s assistant helped her out of the building. Arabella’s wrist was heavily bandaged, her face pale and drained. As she looked at the crowd outside, tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably.
Arabella never imagined the truth would come out. She had resigned herself to dying with her innocence buried, believing no one would ever believe her. She was prepared to die unjustly, yet Isabella managed to clear her name…
In all those years, Arabella had only discussed marriage with Harrison once over the phone. She couldn’t fathom how Isabella had uncovered that recording!
She bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle toward Isabella, her voice choked with emotion. “Thank you… Thank you, Ms. Montgomery. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be standing here alive today. I’m so grateful! And…”
Arabella straightened up and turned toward the live stream camera. “I stayed silent from the beginning not because I had nothing to say, but because I was at a loss. I never dreamed the man I loved so deeply was married.
“Before this scandal broke, I was still planning to propose to him. I had an engagement ring custom-made and even bought us a house for our future…”
No.2
Her eyes reddened as she spoke. After a pause to collect herself, she continued, “I’m not seeking sympathy… I just want to warn other women not to make my mistake. Remember: if a man refuses to make your relationship public, he’s hiding something.
“Lastly, I want to sincerely apologize to Genevieve. Even though I was deceived too, I still caused harm to your family. The thought of you and your child fills me with guilt. I don’t have the courage to face you directly, so I’m saying this here: whatever you need, please reach out to me. I’ll do everything in my power to make amends.”
With that, Arabella bowed deeply to the camera again, her sincerity palpable.
She was a victim herself—vulnerable, with swollen, tear-filled eyes—yet she set aside her own pain to offer a genuine apology.
Her assistant, Penelope, watched with a heart full of anguish. “I’ve been Arabella’s manager and assistant for six years!” Penelope declared to the camera. “I swear on my life, Arabella had no idea about any of this! She didn’t know Harrison was married. In fact, no one in the industry knew he had a family.
“Harrison took massive amounts of money from her! He constantly claimed his businesses were struggling and swindled nearly a hundred million dollars from her!
“These companies are untraceable. He said they were startups operating under the radar. Looking back now, it’s all so suspicious!
“I’m calling on the power of the internet to help uncover what these companies are and what they were really used for!”
The viewers erupted in fury. Nearly a hundred million dollars? Not only did Harrison lie and cheat, but he also stole her money! That amount was staggering! Could that bastard Harrison really have taken it all?
No.3
Arabella's eyes were red and swollen, yet she managed to pull herself together. She straightened her posture. "Penelope, that's enough. Let's go."
She was more than satisfied with how things had unfolded. There was no reason to stay any longer. Reporters were swarming toward them, closing in fast. Penelope had no choice but to help Arabella make a quick exit.
They avoided all interviews. But articles about the incident exploded online almost instantly.
(Harrison Winslow Lied to the Entire World!)
(Arabella Was Cheated Out of Her Money and Body!)
(Harrison's Offshore Company Is a Sole Proprietorship, Involving Marital Fund Transfers!)
(Arabella Slashed Her Wrist and Refused Treatment to Avoid Accusations!)
The news spread like wildfire, shooting straight to the top of the headlines. The comment sections were flooded.
(Did Harrison Winslow deceive us all? Was Arabella actually wronged?)
No.4
(That gentle, cheerful food lover endured so much pain these past few days. And she didn't deserve any of it!)
(Her heart must be shattered. The man she loved deeply turned out to be married. He cheated on her for so long! She was even terrified of attempting suicide, afraid people would accuse her of faking it.)
(Harrison is a complete monster! Sources say his offshore companies were set up behind Genevieve's back. He must have been planning to divorce her. That's why he started moving the money!)
(That's fraud! It's illegal! He can be sued!)
(He stole a hundred million from Arabella! He belongs in jail!)
(Rumor has it Boss Isabella already filed a report. An investigation is underway!)
The public opinion shifted dramatically. The tables had turned completely.
Meanwhile, inside the hospital room...
Genevieve's eyes were red and swollen. She held her daughter tightly in her arms.
No.5
Harrison rushed to the bedside, frantic. "Genevieve, darling, please believe me. It's all fabricated! Everything is fake! They doctored that recording."
Slap!
Genevieve struck him hard across the face before he could finish. "Why?" she snarled. "Why did you do this? Why do you keep lying to me?!"
"Genevieve, I—" Harrison clutched his stinging cheek, trying to speak.
She grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him with force. "What about your offshore companies? How do you explain the suspicious activity in our joint account? You were planning to leave me, weren't you? You lied to steal my money, right?"
"Waa... Bad Daddy! Bad Daddy!" Their daughter ran toward Harrison, hitting him with her small fists.
Instinctively, Harrison shoved her away. She fell to the floor.
Genevieve's eyes burned with fury. She ripped the IV from her arm and scrambled off the bed to scoop up her child. She glared at Harrison, her gaze sharp as daggers. "Harrison Winslow, are you even human? I had my youth and my career back then. I believed your sweet words and gave up everything to marry you!"
"Whenever you needed money or anything else, I went to my parents and got it for you. I gave you my all to support you. And this is how you repay me? This is how you treat our daughter?!"
No.6
"Enough! Shut up! Don't you dare mention your parents again! I'm sick of it." Harrison's eyes turned venomous. "Do you really think you're blameless for the state of our marriage? Yes, you were perfect back then. But I was already a vice president when I married you. Just because my family isn't as wealthy as yours doesn't mean I deserve your constant condescension!"
“Every family gathering, every holiday...we always had to be there with your relatives. And when money got tight, you’d just go ask them for more. Your parents—every time they see me, it’s ‘Take care of her,’ ‘Don’t disappoint our daughter.’ But the way they look at me…like I’m some kind of failure. I have my pride, Genevieve. I’m the man in this relationship!”
Harrison slammed a fist against his own chest, his voice shaking with bottled-up rage.
Genevieve stared, completely stunned. All these years, she thought his willingness to join her family events was a sign of his devotion. She had felt so grateful, so lucky. She would have done anything for him. She never imagined this resentment was boiling underneath.
Their daughter, frightened by her father’s outburst, buried her face in Genevieve’s shoulder, trembling.
Just then, Harrison’s phone buzzed loudly. He answered, and his assistant’s panicked voice came through clearly. “Sir, Arabella is suing you. She’s demanding a hundred million for fraud. The police are on their way to the hospital right now.”
His expression darkened instantly. Without another glance at his wife, he turned and stormed out of the room.
Genevieve stood frozen, watching him leave. Silent tears began to trace paths down her pale cheeks.
Meanwhile, at GoldenPhoenix…
No.7
After dispersing the angry crowd and arranging for the damaged cars to be fixed, Isabella returned to her office. She studied the pregnant woman before her with a curious gaze. “To what do I owe this visit, Ms. Kensington?”
“Mr. Blackwood sent me. He thought it was a smart move. Anyone else handling that mob might have gotten hurt. But me?” She gently rested a hand on her rounded belly. “Nobody’s going to hit a pregnant woman. I could say anything out there, and they’d just have to take it.”
Isabella had to admit, Nathaniel’s logic was sound. Those people, though paid to cause trouble, still had a strong sense of right and wrong. They despised home-wreckers. Attacking a pregnant woman was a line they wouldn’t cross.
Mr. Blackwood? So it was Nathaniel’s doing after all…
Wendy continued, a warm smile on her face. “He had me come out, and he’d already deployed hundreds of his staff to sift through those phone records long before you even started looking. He treats you exceptionally well, my dear. He respects you deeply. You should cherish a man like that.” She gave Isabella’s shoulder a gentle, knowing pat and a wink before taking her leave.
A faint blush rose to Isabella’s cheeks. A peculiar, warm feeling blossomed in her chest. Harrison and Arabella had met frequently at the office, but their phone calls continued for hours even after work. Over the years, there were over a thousand calls. Some long, some short, most conversations seemingly trivial. Finding the crucial evidence meant listening to each one, often multiple times. That’s why her team, working through the night, had hit a wall.
Without Nathaniel’s intervention, she might not have found the evidence until the next day. She had explicitly told him not to interfere in her affairs. Yet, he had helped her silently, from the shadows.
The thought of all his quiet support made her expression grow solemn. If not for the incident five years ago… she would have given him a whole brood of children without a second thought.
But first, she had to settle the storm raging inside her.