Chapter 11
“You can let her go now,” Wilson said as he took the center seat on the couch. He raised his hand
in satisfaction, signaling the others.
The group laughed and found their seats one by one
Yvonne naturally sat beside Wilson. He peeled an orange with a practiced ease. After removing
the pith, he gently brought a segment to her lips.
“If anyone bullies you again, no matter who it is, don’t hesitate to fight back.”
Yvonne nodded sweetly. “Got it. With you by my side, Mr. Farrell, I’m not afraid of anything.”
“You’re still calling me Mr. Farrell?”
“W–Will,” she corrected as her smile grew more bashful.
Zoey, who was disheveled and angry, tugged on Daphne, who was still glaring at Wilson, “Daph, let’s just go
Daphne lightly pushed Zoey’s hand away. “Wait here.
She wasn’t finished yet.
Bending down, she picked up a beer bottle that had rolled to her feet during the earlier scuffle She then walked toward Wilson and Yvonne with deliberate steps.
A moment later, the bottle was shattered against Wilson’s head.
Bright red blood streamed down his face, stark against his striking features. The room erupted into chaos.
“Daphne Yeager, are you insane!” Yvonne shrieked while shoving her away. “Call an ambulance! Will, Will, are you okay?”
Wilson didn’t move. Two drops of blood fell into his eyes, staining his vision red
Looking up, his hawk–like gaze locked onto Daphne’s face. Suddenly, he curled his lips into a chilling smile. “Daphne, you’ve got guts.”
Daphne smiled back. “Didn’t you say my sister hit Yvonne with a bottle? Well, it didn’t smash on Yvonne’s head, though So I’ve decided to smash it on yours, Seems fair, no?”
Yvonne glared daggers at Daphne, her eyes were filled with venom. “This is just typical behavior for someone from the countryside–no manners at all! How could you resort to violence, you shrew! Is this how your parents raised you?”
The phrase “from the countryside” no longer fazed Daphne. To her, it wasn’t an insult but a badge
of honor.
“Yeah, I’m from the countryside. My sister and I both are. But so are the vegetables you eat every
day. Those are grown in fields fertilized with rural manure. And you used violence too, didn’t you?
What makes you any different from us?”
“You-“Unable to out–argue Daphne, Yvonne turned her attention back to Wilson’s injury.
“Will, let’s call the police. She attacked you on purpose! I want her in jail for the rest of her life!*
“No need “Wilson raised a hand to stop her.
“We’re still married. They’ll consider this domestic violence between couples at most. As long as
she doesn’t touch you, I don’t care about the rest.”
Daphne’s heart felt like it had been pierced, and the pain spread through her entire body.
How touching! He didn’t care that she bashed his head in, but he was ready to retaliate immediately if she were to touch a single finger of his precious darling.
She hadn’t realized Wilson was such a romantic fool.
“Well, you’re about to be disappointed, because I’m going after her next,” Daphne said coolly.
Daphne landed several swift slaps in a blur of movement. Before anyone could react, Yvonne’s lip was already split, and she had blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
Wilson’s expression darkened as he shot to his feet, grabbing Daphne’s wrist to stop her. “What the hell are you doing. Daphne Yeager?”
“What’s with the yelling?” Daphne replied casually while using her free hand to dig at her ear.
“Is my name so lovely you have to shout it?”
It was such a pity–she had seven more slaps to go
“What’s the matter? Are you planning to make Yvonne hit me back again? That’s fine. Go ahead and hit me. Remember that whatever you do, I’ll make sure to settle the score on your beloved Yvonne so long as you don’t kill me. Let’s see if you’re willing to let her suffer more for your sake!”
Yvonne didn’t get a chance to retaliate for those slaps because Wilson’s bleeding worsened, and the ambulance finally arrived.
As Wilson was being taken away, he left Daphne with only three cold words-“Just you wait.”
Having vented her anger, Daphne felt much better and so did Zoey. However, neither of them felt like continuing their night out.
When they reached the parking lot, Zoey noticed someone following them.
“Daph, I think there’s a paparazzo nearby,” Zoey said
For Daphne, a highly recognizable A–list celebrity, having paparazzi trail her 365 days a
nothing unusual But the paparazzo today seemed different
Daphne recognized her -it was the fan site manager for Wilson and Yvonne’s ship.
The first time Daphne discovered Wilson’s affair with Yvonne, it had been this very woman who exposed it. She had captured photos of Wilson visiting Yvonne on set and even mailed them to
Daphne to taunt her
“She’s not here for me She’s here for Yvonne and Wilson Go and pretend to be a shipper and feed
hei a tip. Tell her Yvonne went to the hospital with Wilson Wear a mask. Don’t let her recognize
you
Daphne’s mind was already working on her next move. Those seven remaining slaps? She’d get
her revenge another way.
Given the current public sentiment, the more evidence that surfaced of Yvonne and Wilson
together, the more it would solidify Yvonne’s reputation as a mistress
Daphine didn’t even need to write an expose herself. The internet’s collective imagination would
do the job for her
By the next day, news of Yvonne taking care of Wilson at the hospital spread like wildfire
Daphne had always thought fandom site managers were a fascinating breed. Despite layers of
glass windows, the woman still managed to snap clear photos of Yvonne tenderly changing
Wilson’s bandages
Wilson’s profile appeared in one of the photos Even with just his side profile, his strikingly
handsome features that rivaled the top male stars in the entertainment industry were
unmistakable
The Wilson–Yvonne shippers recognized him instantly
The hashtag #Yvonne The Homewrecker quickly shot to the top of the trending list
After that, a day passed, and then two. The internet was flooded with scathing criticism, but Yvonne’s team remained eenly silent
Daphne thought something felt off Based on Yvonne’s usual manipulative tactics, she would have jumped in by now to address such a high profile trending topic Why was she staying so quiet this
time?
Daphne kept glancing at her phone as she monitored Yvonnes activity. What she hadn’t expected, however, was Wilson personally stepping in instead of seeing Yvonne’s explanation
Wilson released a statement using his company’s official verified account
The post explained that he and Yvonne only met after his relationship with Daphne had broken down. He claimed that Yvonne had earned her position as the Story brand ambassador solely through her own merit and that all the rumors circulating online were baseless lies.
Wilson even issued a stern warning at the end of the statement, stating that any further defamatory remarks about Yvonne being a homewrecker would result in legal action.
Daphne felt her chest tighten upon reading the post
Wilson was even personally defending Yvonne? Was this the same man she had known, who had always been indifferent to public opinion?
When Wilson and Daphne were first caught by the paparazzi, the media painted her as a “kept woman” Wilson’s only response back then had been, “The truth will speak for itself.” As a result, Daphne endured years of playing minor roles to recover her reputation.
When they announced their marriage, people ridiculed her, saying she didn’t deserve Wilson and was only after his money. Wilson dismissed the criticism at the time, telling her to ignore the ignorant masses and bought her jewelry to placate her.
Daphne had always believed that Wilson’s refusal to publicly defend her stemmed from his lofty status, that he couldn’t lower himself to engage with gossip. She had tried to be understanding
and bore the burden silently.
Now, it was clear. He simply hadn’t loved her enough.
Perhaps Wilson had loved her once. He had pampered her deeply in some ways. But that love and indulgence paled in comparison to what he now showed Yvonne.
The difference was staggering.
