Chapter 3

After the party ended, Jack couldn't help asking me, "Elliott, is this marriage thing real or fake?"

I nodded calmly. "It's real."

He sighed. "There's no need to lie to me, is there? Others might not know, but don't I? You and Bradley just can't get past that old obstacle. Actually, Bradley, he—"

I interrupted him. "Jack, that's not an obstacle. It's a person.

"I really am getting married this time. I'm not lying to you or acting out of spite."

Jack seemed to receive a tremendous blow.

"Elliott! Look at what Bradley's become these years. How can you..."

"Don't I know what he's been like these years? How carefree he's been in his world of flowers."

"These years, Bradley has looked at one woman after another who resembles you. The thing he's said most is 'like her, but not her.'"

I said weakly, "Jack, but you saw it too. He still hates me."

...

Bradley's car suddenly stopped halfway.

He issued an eviction order to Wilkinson beside him. "Get out."

Wilkinson's expression stiffened. She forced a smile. "What, you say you don't believe it, but hearing she's getting married, you're humiliated and angry?"

Bradley's eyes grew deeper. "Wilkinson, know your place. Blacklisting you is just one sentence from me."

Between her career and talking back, Wilkinson chose the former.

She thought she was different to Bradley.

No woman had sat in Bradley's passenger seat. No woman had been acknowledged by him as his girlfriend.

Other women were dumped just for mentioning Elliott.

Wilkinson didn't think Elliott was the first love everyone talked about.

She thought Bradley felt more hatred.

He'd loved, but love had turned to hate.

Everyone wanted to be Mrs. Bradley.

Since she, Wilkinson, had reached the threshold, she had to do everything possible to cross it.

Wilkinson posted on Instagram—a photo she'd secretly taken of me.

The private room lighting was dim. She'd only captured my back.

Caption: 【Heard your first love came back, so I became the smear of mosquito blood on the wall.】

One minute later, she deleted it.

Wilkinson was the top celebrity Bradley had promoted. Her every move could trend.

This time, my name appeared in the trending topics.

Her fans were indignant: 【What first love? She's just someone who dumped Bradley back then and now can't stand seeing our Wilkinson doing well, so she came back to steal him.】

【Isn't this just a homewrecker?】

【She's not just a homewrecker, she's a murderer. She killed a mutual friend of hers and Bradley's.】

【Not many people know about what happened back then. All I can say is Elliott has very powerful connections and background. You can guess the rest~】

【Was Wilkinson threatened? If you were threatened, post a period in your next Instagram.】

Wilkinson's next Instagram post was indeed a period, which she then deleted.

She stirred up waves again.

When she came to my door to apologize, she still pretended to be innocent, wiping away tears.

"I'm sorry, Elliott. I just accidentally posted script dialogue. I didn't know netizens would get so worked up and actually cyberbully you. I'm sorry."

She cried pathetically.

I said coldly, "You want to make me suffer but don't want to offend the George family behind me. Wilkinson, there's no such convenient arrangement in the world."

"Elliott, I know what they said is true—you and Bradley had a relationship, so you're targeting me. I understand, but please leave Bradley alone."

I was about to speak when Wilkinson suddenly pitched forward, her head hitting the table directly.

Bradley walked in just in time to see this scene.

He rushed forward and scooped up the unconscious Wilkinson. Blood gushed out, staining half his shoulder red.

"Elliott, I already took down all the trending topics for you. Don't push too far."

I said angrily, "Do you think it was someone else who directed her fans to cyberbully me—"

Bradley mocked me. "But Elliott, which part did they get wrong? That you left me without a word, or that you got someone killed?"

The words stuck in my throat.

He didn't look back, carrying Wilkinson as he rushed to the hospital.