Chapter 5
It didn’t take long for people to dig up Cecelia’s social media account.
She was still holed up at the Schmidt house, totally clueless, and couldn’t delete anything before the screenshots were grabbed.
[Someone mentioned before that she was the mistress, but the posts got deleted so fast. Turns out it was true!]
[Wow, the audacity. She knew he was married and still went for it.]
[She’s got that innocent college–girl look, but come on–she’s nowhere near as stunning
as the wife.]
[As they say, what you haven’t had always seems sweeter. After years with a strong woman like Angela, Neil probably thought a little wildflower would feel like a change of pace.]
Within hours, I was trending.
Rowina’s birthday party? Completely ruined. By the time Neil came racing back to the villa, he found it empty.
He lost it, pounding on the door, trying to break in. Problem was, the house didn’t belong to him anymore. The new owner wasn’t having it and called the cops.
I helpfully sent a reporter to follow the story.
That night, news of ‘Neil Schmidt being dragged off by the police‘ spread like wildfire. The Schmidt family panicked, scrambling to put out a public statement:
[Neil Schmidt and Angela Anne have been separated for some time. This is a private family matter.]
I almost felt bad for them. Almost.
Lucky for me, the villa’s surveillance cameras were still running.
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I released the footage–clear proof that their “separation” was a big, fat lie.
Hours later, my phone rang, Rowina’s voice practically a screech.
“Angela Anne! Are you trying to destroy our family? All Neil wanted was a child. What did he do so wrong?!”
I glanced at the supplemental info my private investigator had just sent over. “So, you set him up?” I replied.
The line went dead quiet. Then, a stammer: “How… how do you know that?”
“That Ardenport’s company was begging SchmidtCorp for that project. How could they have possibly gotten Neil drunk unless you were involved? You weren’t careful enough. You didn’t clean up your mess.
Rowina fell completely silent.
I hung up and blocked her number.
Of course, she switched to another line to spam me with curses, but I had a better idea. I screenshotted everything and posted it online with a perfectly timed caption:
[Remember, it was her who destroyed my home.]
I knew Neil would see it. I’d left just enough breadcrumbs for him to follow. He wouldn’t be able to ignore them.
The internet didn’t hold back. The Schmidt family was toast.
[Rowina always seemed so kind at those charity galas, but wow–sharp–tongued and bitter. Yikes.]
[Looks can be deceiving. Honestly, her sour face said it all.]
[Not surprised. Back in college, Neil briefly dated a girl from the econ department. Rowina had someone threaten her and mocked her for being a “small–town nobody.” Total witch.]
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[Rich people always think they can get away with this nonsense.]
[Neil Schmidt is a washed–up cucumber. Dude’s not the prize he thinks he is.]
The backlash was relentless. Rowina shut off her phone entirely, and Neil? He was drowning, barely keeping his head above water.
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Their picture–perfect reputations were wrecked. SchmidtCorp’s stock prices tanked, and I sold my shares to the company’s second–largest shareholder, delivering the final blow.
After releasing my divorce statement, I sent my parents on a well–deserved extended vacation abroad. They deserved the break. I stayed home, resting and leaving everything else in Maya’s hands.
Neil tried to see me,
finalize the divorce.
of course. I refused. The only time I planned to lay eyes on him was to
Exactly a week later, Maya called. Neil wanted to discuss the terms of the agreement.
“Fine,” I said easily.
After freshening up and applying just enough makeup to look effortless, I headed to the law
firm.
Neil was already there when I walked in. I barely recognized him. It had only been a few days, but the man looked wrecked–like he hadn’t slept or eaten in weeks. The dark circles under his eyes screamed exhaustion, and his entire face looked drained, his usual
arrogance gone.
“Angela,” he said, his voice hoarse, like he’d been shouting into a void and had finally given up.
He sighed, deep and heavy. “I didn’t think you’d go this far to ruin me.”
He had already signed all his assets over to me. Now, with the company circling the drain, he couldn’t even scrape together enough cash to fix it.
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Chapter 6
