Chapter 1205
No.1
At least this child hadn’t been born into a world of pain and suffering.
After a while, she slowly released him, feeling somewhat soothed.
“Thank you, Momo. Your shoulder is so warm… it’s magical.”
“Really? Then anytime Mommy feels sad, she can hug me! Always!” Oliver chirped, nuzzling into her arms.
Nathaniel scowled at the sight. “Come here.”
“Huh? Why?” Oliver whined.
“Safety first. No horsing around in the car,” Nathaniel said sternly.
Isabella immediately understood.
She quickly settled Oliver back into his middle seat and fastened his seatbelt.
No.2
Oliver huffed. “Just admit you’re jealous, Daddy! You’re jealous because Mommy hugged me! Admit it! You’re jealous!”
Both Nathaniel and Isabella fell silent at his outburst.
The atmosphere in the car grew tense again.
Isabella replayed the events in her mind.
Oliver had a point.
It did seem to make sense.
Was Nathaniel actually jealous of his own son?
A strange, unfamiliar feeling stirred inside her.
Five years ago, Alexander had despised her.
No.3
But now, five years later, she had met a man who genuinely cared for her.
A man who was incredibly sweet.
A man who truly loved her.
Meanwhile, the Montgomery and Whitmore families were in deep trouble.
News of the wedding disaster had gone viral.
[Alexander cheated on by Victoria]
[Madam Whitmore slaps Victoria]
[Victoria slept with Harrison]
[Victoria pregnant—father unknown]
No.4
Every article detailed the chaotic scene, publicly shaming both families.
Everyone knew the Montgomery and Whitmore stocks would plummet.
Within two hours, nearly fifty percent of shareholders had dumped their shares at rock-bottom prices.
Both families lost at least ten billion dollars in market value in that short time.
Victoria, of course, became the target of widespread ridicule.
[How dare she sing that song? ‘Rumors are loud’? Why don’t these ‘rumors’ happen to anyone else?]
Karma always finds its way. The rumors were proven true, yet she kept pretending to be innocent. Everyone agreed she deserved a new title: Queen of Deceit.
Now let’s all go listen to that song she sang—'I Want to Hold Your Hand Forever.' How laughable! More like 'I Want to Betray You Forever'!
They call this poetic justice. Alexander cheated on Isabella, and now Victoria cheated on him! He had it coming!
No.5
No one will ever forget how Victoria Kensington played him. And she even had the nerve to sing 'I Have Nothing to Hide.' Then why not tell the truth, you liar?
Victoria and Alexander’s reputations shattered completely. Over at Montgomery Manor…
Theodore Montgomery hired the top private investigator. The findings were clear: everyone at the café that day was high-profile. None had any motive to harm the Montgomery family. No one drugged Victoria.
One corner camera survived deletion. It showed only Harrison Caldwell entering the room after Victoria. No one else went in.
The investigation also revealed Victoria’s own staff deleted the other footage. If she were truly drugged, the culprit would have erased the evidence. All signs pointed to her lying.
Richard Montgomery was livid. He arranged an immediate abortion while she was still unconscious. It didn’t matter if the baby was Alexander’s or Harrison’s—it could not be born.
The Whitmore family cut all ties with Victoria that day. She would not be marrying some assistant either.
Theodore’s face was stormy. “Release a statement,” he ordered. “The Montgomerys are revoking all her shares. She will learn her lesson. She’ll sign the transfer documents the moment she wakes.”
Richard did not object. Eleanor Kensington sighed but stayed silent. She never imagined her favorite daughter would fall this far.
No.6
They had forgiven Victoria’s many shameful mistakes. But she betrayed their trust. Taking back her shares was the only way to salvage the family’s dignity.
Inside her room, Victoria opened her eyes with effort. Pain and rage filled her. Ruined. Everything was ruined.
She was so close to marrying Alexander. Now this scandal destroyed any chance with him. Her life was over. How could she face anyone? How could she go on living?
Just then, Penelope Sinclair entered quietly. “Madam,” she reported softly. “They said… once you wake up, you must return all your shares.”
All her shares? All thirty percent she fought so hard to get? She would have nothing left. No money. No status. Nothing.
No. She would not allow this. She had to think of something. Fast.
A dark idea formed. She spoke weakly. “Get out. Don’t tell anyone I’m awake.”
“Yes, Madam.” Penelope felt Victoria’s icy glare. She hurried out, frightened. She knew Victoria too well. Something terrible was brewing.
Penelope didn’t dare stay another second. Once the door closed, Victoria struggled to her feet. She dragged herself toward the window.
No.7
At The Grand Monarch Bar, inside a private room.
The room was completely dark, not a single light on.
Alexander Whitmore sat on the floor.
Empty wine bottles covered the table in front of him.
He drank one after another.
A growing pile of bottles surrounded him.
His eyes were bloodshot.
A cold, distant aura radiated from him.
Each sip of wine brought back memories of a younger Victoria Kensington.