Chapter 62
However, Melody shot up and spoke on Felix’s behalf.
“This call record states that someone from Felix’s mansion has called that girl.
Not Felix! This record means nothing.
It can be anyone, a guard, a staff member etc…”
Her logical reasoning was like the last straw to my patience, I had anticipated this outcome while planning. Felix was worshiped blindly, so his fans wouldn’t believe me easily.
So, when a cheater like Melody pointed out her finger at me, I lost it.
“You are wrongly accusing Felix to hide your sin, Drielle. You were found in a hotel suite with Henry Green, a person who helped you to establish this thriving business in this city.”
Her statement broke all the bounds of media persons‘ queries, they were cruel with their words‘ choices.
“Are you still sleeping with Henry Green?
Is he Jane’s father?
So, was that blog true?
Are you dating three men?”
The intensity of ablaze emotional rage shook my body, burning my insides. I held my head high and introduced my trump card in the game.
“As I promised that I will answer all your queries, please welcome Henry Green. He has joined us today.”
All heads turned towards the double doors of the hall as my brother walked inside, his regal figure overpowered that lousy crowd.
Taking long strides, he moved elegantly and climbed the stairs of the stage. He came to the mic, racing my heart. I was extremely nervous as he said,
“I am Henry Marlowe from Marlowe Cooperation. And for the sake of the freedom of press, I will reveal my family secret here.”
Wrapping his arm around my shoulders, Henry smiled and announced proudly.
“Meet Faye Green, the youngest daughter of the Marlowe family, and my little sister. I am the uncle of her little girl.”
“What?”
A chorus of startled gasps reverberated in the hall, followed by the flashes of camera. The entire audience was dumbstruck by this uncanny revelation. Henry’s simple yet detailed statement cleared my name in a split second, restoring my honor.
I loved the victorious smile disappearing from Felix’s face!
After tearing off that smile from his face, it was my turn to confront his past misconduct. After all, Faye Marlowe was back from the dead!
Clearing my throat, I raised my hand to garner everyone’s attention, glancing at Drielle’s blanched face was such a refreshing sight that I paused dramatically to enjoy her aghast expressions. She appeared horrified, as if she had seen a ghost, her agape mouth made her look like a clown.
I smirked at her condition and dropped another bomb, suppressing my heartache.
“You all must have heard that Mr. Felix was married to a girl before getting fame, but her identity was never mentioned anywhere.
Actually, there’s a reason behind it!”
My burning glare fell on Felix, trying to burn him through the fire of revenge in my chest. Felix’s expressions were deceptively composed, but his shock was given away by a brief gasp when he took my hint.
His brows jumped up in a high arc as I said icily,
— Chacing Your Glow. I Became My Own Sun
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Chapter 62
“Mr. Felix’s wife is a ghost because that girl died from brutal torture of ignorance and heartlessness. He preferred to have an affair with a side chick than fathering his child.
Mr. Felix, and his lover, Ms.Melody, are both murderers! They once killed Drielle’s baby!”
Felix’s mask of composure shattered completely, and the room descended into chaos. Gasps, whispers, and the relentless clicking of cameras filled the… air, but I didn’t let the uproar distract me. This was my moment, and I was going to take sure no one walked away doubting the truth.
Melody, pale as a sheet, clung to Felix’s arm, her carefully crafted smugness replaced with terror.
“That’s a lie!” she shrieked, her voice trembling. “She’s lying to destroy Felix! Don’t believe her!”
I took a step closer to the mic, my voice unwavering, slicing through the noise. “A lie? Then why don’t we ask the hospital where the child was delivered? Or perhaps Felix’s old neighbors, who witnessed his behavior firsthand? Everything I’ve just said is backed by evidence.”
“Felix Reed,” I said, my voice steady but charged with emotion, “you are a fraud, a liar, and a coward. You can’t bury the truth any longer.”
Henry, standing beside me, gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. His steady presence strengthened me as I continued.
“And as for Melody,” I added, my glare fixed on her trembling figure, “you’ve spent years covering for him, enabling his atrocities. You’re no better.” Henry stepped forward, his calm voice cutting through the chaos. “My sister’s story is one of resilience and justice. She has nothing to hide, unlike those who thought they could bury their sins.”
Tears welled in my eyes as I turned to him, and in that moment. He smiled down at me, and I knew he had my back–not just as a brother, but as someone who believed in me when no one else did.
“No! You don’t have any evidence!” Melody shrieked, her voice tinged with desperation. “It’s impossible for you to find anything–I handled everything
Her crazed laughter echoed through the hall, but then, as if a switch had flipped, it abruptly ceased. The realization of her slip–up dawned on her, and her face drained of color.
I met her wide, panicked eyes with a cold, calculated smile.
“Oh, really?” I said, my voice dripping with icy confidence. “Then, by all means, let’s take a look at the screen, shall we?”
