Chapter 923
Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife
Through the car window, Madeline saw the face that she had been dreaming of.
She hurriedly lowered the window and stared blankly at the man sitting in the passenger seat of the car next door.
Through the curtain of rain, the outline of the manâs resolute and graceful profile fell into her sight.
Madeline stared incredulously while her heartbeat gradually became faster. âJeremyâ¦â she softly called out, and the man in the car turned his face toward her.
However, the light had turned to green at this moment and the car drove away right past her with a swish.
It seemed that what happened at that instant was merely an illusion.
Madeline was in a daze until a honking sound came from behind, urging her to move. Only then did she step on the accelerator, but the car from just now was already nowhere to be found. She did not remember the license plate number of the car either.
Madeline immediately investigated the incident through her connections, but nothing was found.
âJeremy, is it because I miss you so much thatâs why Iâm having hallucinations?â
She asked herself, but no one could answer her.
The next day, just as Madeline had arrived at the company and before she could even enter the building, a group of gossip media reporters had already surrounded her. They started questioning her immediately.
âMrs. Whitman, I heard that you and Mr. Jones are dating privately. Is this true?â
âHave you forgotten your identity as Mrs. Whitman?â
âSomeone broke the news that you were only faking it with Mr. Whitman. In fact, you donât even love Mr. Whitman at all. They say the posthumous child in your stomach was just to attain a bargaining chip for the succession of Whitman Corporation.â
âRyan already has a fiancée. Wonât you be a mistress by doing this? Mrs. Whitman, in your mind, do you think love is more important than reputation?â
Against these pairs of doubtful and even contemptuous eyes, Madeline smiled and faced the camera calmly. âIn my opinion, all of you bloodsucking pests with your vile behavior of trampling on others under the guise of pursuing the truth are really annoying.â
ââ¦â
The group of reporters all looked awkward and dissatisfied after her remark.
âMrs. Whitman, your words seem to be crossing the line. How are we trampling on others?â
Madeline chuckled. âCrossing the line? Do you all actually understand what this means? When you ask me these slanderous questions one by one, have you ever wondered how overboard your questions are?
âPosting these kinds of false gossips on the internet, writing a headline full of gimmicks, and completely ignoring the misunderstanding that the victim was put into⦠Using my misfortune to help you earn views, how is this different from trampling on others?â
ââ¦â
The group of people who were being questioned rhetorically became speechless and embarrassed in an instant.
Madeline glanced at the group of people in front of her coldly. âI donât want to waste my time with you, but listen here. I, Eveline Montgomery, will only have one husband in my life.
âRegarding the rumors and slanders, Iâll definitely have all of it looked into till the end, so you all can wait to receive my lawyerâs letter.â
Madeline spoke with an awe-inspiring aura before turning away. Just then, a womanâs sarcastic voice came from the crowd. âMrs. Whitman, you were already captured in a photo with Ryan as you embraced each other in a restaurant. Your affair has already been proven, so how can you still speak nonsense like this with a serious face?â
As soon as those gossip reporters heard this, they became bold once more. âMrs. Whitman, how do you explain this?â
Madeline did not notice who was the person who voiced out, but her calmness remained. âWhy should I explain it to you? Even if I explain myself, will you believe me? You only want to believe what you see because the truth canât bring you views. Only by creating more intense contradictions will you get the results you want to see.â
A certain male reporter chuckled disapprovingly. âMrs. Whitman, youâre talking as if weâre bullying you.
You were photographed flirting with Ryan openly. You say weâre slandering you just because you canât find a reason to refute. If you have evidence, the evidence would already be slapped onto us in the face.â
âThatâs right.â
âWe can tell youâre lying at first sight.â
âSure enough, the more beautiful a woman is, the more hateable she is!â