Chapter 132
Cameron grabbed his phone from the nightstand, and as soon as he unlocked it, he was hit with a flurry of trending news:
[Cameron’s Marriage Meltdown!]
[Mrs. Dawson’s social media rant about her terrible marriage–was she hinting at Cameron’s betrayal?]
[An everyday woman facing her wealthy husband’s cheating is bravely asking for a divorce. Is her courage a result of pent–up anger, or does even this ordinary woman have immense pride?]
[Dawson International’s stock is tanking. Cameron is finally reaping the consequences of his reckless behavior.]
Cameron’s face turned stormy with anger. “What on earth did Nellie post on social
media?”
“We can’t put it into words. You should see for yourself.”
Cameron tried to check Nellie’s social media but found he’d been blocked. He couldn’t see
a thing.
Thankfully, Cameron’s sister had her phone. Cameron managed to read Nellie’s lengthy post. Without directly naming him and Greta, every word painted them as the ultimate villains, accusing them of infidelity and deceit.
He had no idea she was such a wordsmith.
Under her post, people had already pieced together the story, angrily calling out the culprits: [Wow, so marrying into money is this tough? No wonder there’s so much scandal in high society.]
[Who would’ve thought Cameron is such a jerk? With all the women out there, why did he have to go for his wife’s sister? No wonder Mrs. Dawson had the guts to file for divorce.]
[Just a few days ago, Cameron and his first love, Greta, showed up at an event, and their vibes were totally off. Their chemistry was obvious. So he really was having an affair.]
Cameron’s expression darkened further. His grip on the phone was so tight it nearly shattered.
“Nellie, you shouldn’t have dragged Greta into this mess. Congratulations, you’ve really ticked me off. And just how do you think you’re going to take me on?”
12:38
Griffin, furlous, slapped Cameron again, clutching his chest as he lashed out. ‘You, Dawson International shares have been dropping since this morning. Our doorstep is littered with trash, and all you care about is protecting your old flame. Cameron, you’ve let me down.”
Kristina quickly helped Griffin, soothing him, “Honey, don’t get worked up. Cameron messed up, but he’ll sort this out. Let’s head home.”
As soon as Griffin and Kristina left, Cameron’s gaze turned ice–cold. Touching his cheek, still stinging from his father’s slap, he muttered darkly, “Nellie, you’ve forced me to do this.”
When Nellie woke up and checked her phone, she found dozens of missed calls and a pile of unopened voicemails.
They were from Greta, Cameron, and from Patrick and Miranda.
Greta was sniffling as she apologized: “Nel, we’re sisters. How could you put me on blast online and let strangers tear me apart? I admit I love Cameron, but he was my boyfriend first. You know why he married you. You were the other woman!”
Miranda was downright scolding Nellie: “Nellie, you’ve really let us down. How could you be so cruel, hurting your sister like this?”
Patrick was laying down the law: “Nellie, you need to pull down your nasty comments on social media right now. You owe your sister an apology. You’ve upset her so much she’s fallen ill. Got it?”
“Nellie, if anything happens to your sister, you’ll regret it.”
