Chapter 435
No.1
Mr. and Mrs. Blackwood would never accept such a woman as their daughter-in-law.
It was a flawless plan.
Vivienne truly was a genius.
Miranda immediately began executing the scheme.
Over the next two days, countless articles flooded the internet.
"Isabella's decade-long love for Alexander Whitmore."
"Isabella left the country to heal her broken heart, only to return and find her lover married to her sister."
"Everything Isabella sacrificed for Alexander."
"Isabella's world shattered on her wedding day."
These viral pieces kept the #ComfortIsabella hashtag trending for days.
No.2
In contrast, Victoria and Alexander's five-year relationship seemed trivial and insignificant.
Few people offered them wedding congratulations.
The public now viewed Alexander as a heartless cheater.
Victoria was labeled a scheming homewrecker who stole her sister's fiancé.
A woman who conspired to seize her sister's inheritance while seducing her sister's future husband.
Meanwhile, Victoria stood in a luxurious bridal fitting room.
She held herself with poised elegance as attendants adjusted her gown.
Her mood was radiant despite the ready-made nature of the dress.
The designer label was prestigious enough, and the design was acceptable.
Marrying Alexander and becoming Mrs. Whitmore was all that mattered.
No.3
Everything changed when Penelope rushed in, her hands trembling as she offered a phone.
Victoria's contentment vanished the moment she saw the screen.
Her face paled instantly.
Why was the entire internet sympathizing with Isabella?
Why was everyone calling her a homewrecker?
Strangers were wishing for her marriage to fail, hoping Alexander would abandon her.
The situation had escalated beyond control.
Why hadn't Alexander taken action to stop this?
Penelope stammered nervously, "Madam, you must stay strong. The wedding is in two days. You'll be Mrs. Whitmore then. I only showed you this because I didn't know how to handle it. We need to find a solution..."
Victoria's anger intensified.
No.4
Her previous agent, Isadora, would have resolved everything before bothering her.
But Isadora was gone, replaced by this incompetent fool who needed guidance for every little thing.
The frustration boiled within her.
If other attendants weren't present, she would have slapped Penelope immediately.
Victoria forced herself to remain calm, returning the phone with steady hands.
"Don't worry. None of this is true. They can say whatever they want. I've done nothing wrong."
She lifted her gown gracefully and exited the room.
Alexander waited outside, already changed into his wedding suit.
He sat motionless on a velvet sofa, lost in thought.
The curtain rustled as Victoria emerged.
No.5
His eyes lifted, and his expression shifted subtly.
Victoria wore her hair in an intricate loose braid.
Her wedding gown featured dramatic bishop sleeves that accentuated her delicate frame.
She resembled a princess descending from a royal palace.
There was no trace of meekness in her posture.
She exuded elegance and refined beauty.
Her face was perfectly sculpted, her eyes luminous and captivating.
She was a vision meant to be cherished and protected.
Alexander's still heart suddenly began to beat again.
How could Alexander forget? If he compared their beauty, Victoria was not inferior to Isabella in any way.
No.6
Isabella was like a sharp-edged rose, while Victoria was a soft and gentle lily.
Lately, Alexander had been so obsessed with the thorny rose that he neglected Victoria, who had always remained loyal by his side. What’s more, she was carrying his child—his own flesh and blood.
Victoria noticed the shift in Alexander’s expression and smiled sweetly. “Alexander, darling, how do I look?”
“Beautiful,” he finally answered, rising to adjust a stray strand of her hair. “You look absolutely breathtaking today,” he said with genuine admiration.
Blushing, Victoria lowered her gaze and playfully tapped his chest. “You’re teasing me, Alexander. I look the same as always.”
“You’re always beautiful,” Alexander replied, feeling a pang of guilt for how cold he had been toward her recently. He held her closer than usual. Victoria rested her head against his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist. They stood together before the full-length mirror—a handsome man and a stunning woman reflected back.
Alexander’s eyes softened with affection. Marrying Victoria wasn’t such a bad idea after all. He had loved her once, and that love had started long ago.
As for Isabella… he would handle her later.
Just then, Victoria lifted her head and spoke softly, “Alexander, my love, please don’t look at your phone these next few days. Avoid the news and social media. Let’s just focus on our wedding.”
Alexander frowned. “What’s going on?” he asked.
No.7
“It’s nothing, really. Just ignore it. Like you said—we should live our own lives. No matter what others say, I’ll always stand by you. I believe in you,” Victoria murmured soothingly.
But how could Alexander resist checking after that? He immediately opened his social media feed and saw the heated discussions.
He expected to see criticism aimed at Victoria, but why were people mocking him too?
They called him heartless, a two-timing player who couldn’t make up his mind!