Chapter 8
I didn’t open a single one of the 99+ messages from Edward. The wedding preparations were complicated and I was so tired that I could barely keep my eyes open.
I sat quietly in front of the vanity mirror, letting the stylist work on me.
After a while, my phone started vibrating wildly. At first, I thought it was Edward again, so I didn’t pick it up.
But this time, the phone kept vibrating for so long that it felt unusual.
I thought Edward had completely flooded my phone, so I was about to warn him to stop bothering me and maybe block him.
When I looked at the screen, I froze. The messages weren’t from Edward at all.
Countless abusive messages flooded in like a tide.
[How could the Clark Family actually want a secondhand product like you? The Clark Family really has sunk so low.]
[She’s a jinx who killed her own birth mother! How could someone like her possibly marry into a wealthy family?]
[She used to flatter the Hall Family endlessly, hoping to marry into wealth, but they cast her aside in the end. That’s what happens to sycophants; she got what she deserved.]
I didn’t know who had doxxed my information and posted it online.
Countless netizens furiously sent me messages, venting their anger, endlessly attacking me.
I opened the news headlines and realized that somehow, I had already become headline news.
#Calling out the Clark Family. Your daughter–in–law was previously pregnant before marriage, a secondhand woman. Do you still dare to accept her?
The pictures showed Edward accompanying me to the hospital for a check–up.
#CallingOutTheClark Family. Did you know your daughter–in–law was previously rejected by the Hall Family?
Another picture showed me in my wedding dress, abandoned by Edward, having to face the guests alone and apologizing to each one.
Suddenly, someone took my phone from behind. Jason was dressed in a formal suit, looking exceptionally handsome.
He said, “Today is a joyous day. Don’t bother yourself with all this messy stuff.”
Then he added, “Sorry for dragging you and the entire Clark Family into this mess.”
“Eliza, if you say sorry to me one more time, I’ll really get angry.”
Jason looked at me steadily, speaking each word carefully. “Marrying you is the luckiest thing that could happen to me in my lifetime. Family members don’t say sorry to each other. Besides, you didn’t do anything wrong, you haven’t let anyone down, so there’s no need to apologize. Leave the rest to me. You just focus on being the most beautiful bride.”
Jason turned and, while walking, took out his phone. “That’s me. The trending topics online will be taken care of immediately. We’ll respond using Clark Group’s official account and send
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He stopped at the door, then suddenly paused. “Anyway, Eliza, the wedding dress you wanted
has arrived.”
No sooner had he finished speaking than a servant carefully carried in a long wedding dress. The places where it was torn before had all been repaired. The stains caused by Olive were completely gone.
It was as if nothing had ever happened.
As I stood in the wedding dress my mother had lovingly sewn by hand, I couldn’t help but believe she was watching from heaven, smiling at the happiness I’d finally found.
I touched the dress, tears welling up in my eyes. “Jason, thank you. My mom would really like you, I’m sure of it.”
Jason sighed softly and quickly grabbed a tissue to gently wipe away my tears. “Silly girl, why are you crying? You should be smiling when you’re happy. Your mom wouldn’t want to see you cry.”
