Chapter 17
“Daphne! That recording knocked the last trending topic right off the list! You’ve got to see this!”
Ava walked over with her phone in hand, her face lighting up with excitement. The internet
knows you’ve been framed!”
Daphne opened her own phone to check and saw the words “Ten Second Recording–Yvonne
Smith ”
The post had racked up over 100 thousand comments in just a few minutes, and the replies were
an absolute riot.
“Ugh, protecting her, huh?”
“Match made in hell. A cheat and a homewrecker–gross.”
“Trash loves trash. Perfect pairing! I hope they rot
“Wait, so Daphne didn’t cheat during her marriage? Was that a lie?”
“That voice clearly belongs to Wilson. He said it himself. How could it be fake?”
The recording lasted only ten seconds and didn’t even show Wilson’s face. Flipping public opinion based on something so small wouldn’t be easy.
But Daphne didn’t need it to do all the heavy lifting. Her goal was simple–she wanted to have the recording heard by as many people as possible. The more people who heard it, the better her chances of gaining traction.
As expected, the recording had only been online for an hour before it was wiped clean off the internet. Every trace was gone.
The speed of the cleanup left no doubt. Wilson was behind it.
Daphne stayed calm and immediately contracted some media outlets. “Post it everywhere? TikTok, Instagram, Facebook, you name it. Any platform with an audience, spread it there.”
After hanging up, she smirked coldly. “Wilson, let’s see if you can pull it down faster than I can post it”
Wilson had taken down every post Daphne uploaded. Ten minutes later, Wilson finally snapped. He called Wendy’s number, his voice practically boiling over with anger
“Daphne, did you seriously block me? You’ve got some guts now, huh?”
His irritation was almost palpable.
Daphne replied casually, “Why would I keep irrelevant contacts on my phone? What do you want?
If it’s nothing important, I’m hanging up.”
“You set me and Yvonne up last night at the lounge, didn’t you?” Wilson demanded.
Daphne chuckled at how slow he was to catch on. Wary of him trying to record her as she had done to him, she answered cautiously, “What are you even talking about? I was just trying to get some answers. You two pushed me too far. I had no choice but to let the truth out.”
“That recording was edited.”
“Was it? I just posted what you said, word for word. Daphne pulled out a chair and sat down, utterly relaxed.
If Wilson and Yvonne were fuming, then Daphne was pleased
“Don’t pin this on me, Mr. Farrell.
Wilson went silent. Perhaps he was so mad he couldn’t find the words. After a long pause, his icy voice broke through just as Daphne was about to hang up. Do you think this will hurt Yvonne? Let me make it clear–while I’m around, you won’t lay a finger on her.”
Then, he hung up on her.
Daphne stared at the dark phone screen, shaking her head at how pathetic it was.
How loyal, Wilson was utterly smitten with his mistress
Her thoughts were interrupted by Ava’s shout. “Daphne! Gosh, check this out!”
Ava held up her phone, practically vibrating with excitement. “Look at this trending topic–our
video finally made it to the list!
#FalseRumorsWhatAJoke
Daphne blinked, surprised to see the tag climbing the charts.
The post included a short interview with the restaurant staff she had paid to confirm she was simply meeting Sebastian for work. They even attached a normal, non–suggestive photo of the two
of them at dinner.
Previously, no one had noticed this video–it had been completely buried. Now, in less than 30 seconds, the label had gone from “new” to “exploding“.
The internet was buzzing.
“See? Total lies. Sue the hell out of them, Daphne!”
“This is ridiculous! Who cheats in a packed restaurant? These people don’t even use their brains.”
“Lying scumbags! Hope they get what’s coming.”
Daphne scrolled through, noticing the tide was finally turning in her favor.
Ava said, “If this keeps up, you could not only clear your name but also have enough leverage to cancel that ridiculous contract with that jackass, Hugo. It’s kind of strange. Why hasn’t this one been taken down yet? Every other post we’ve put up disappeared in minutes.”
Daphne smiled at the growing buzz. Taking out her phone, she dialed Sebastian’s number.
It rang three times before he picked up, his voice light and teasing “Ms. Yeager, did that trending
topic show up at the perfect time or what?”
Daphne couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks, Mr. Turner. I owe you one. If you ever need anything, let
me know
“Come on, you’re my future wife. Looking out for you is the least I can do.”
His flirty tone made her blush, though she rolled her eyes. “Alright, future husband. Just let me know when you need me to meet your parents.”
Sebastian chuckled. “You’re in such a rush to tie the knot, huh?”
“Yeah, I’m old and desperate. Are you happy to hear me say that?”
Daphne knew a short audio recording wouldn’t be enough to win against Wilson. But Sebastian
wasn’t someone Wilson could easily outmaneuver With Sebastian on her side, her chances soared.
For now, it looked like the tide was turning in her favor. This round went to her.
She celebrated with Ava and Wendy that night, sipping cocktails until she was buzzed. When the cab driver dropped her off at home, she noticed something strange. Her driveway was packed with
workers hauling things out of the house.
The sight sobered her instantly
“What the hell are you doing? Put that down! Who gave you the right to touch my stuff?” she yelled, storming toward them.
A familiar voice floated out from the living room. Tdid. My money paid for those things.”
Wilson sat on the couch, cool as ever, shooting her a dispassionate look. Next to him sat Yvonne,
her eyes puffy as if she’d been crying. She looked like a picture of pitiful innocence.
Wilson’s voice was ice–cold. “I said the house was yours. I never said the furniture was.”
Daphne’s gaze swept across the empty living room. They had taken everything–even the rugs
and curtains she had handpicked herself.
“Do you have to be this cruel to Daphne, Wilson? Sure, I didn’t expect her to record us and splice it
together, but she probably didn’t mean to…” Yvonne’s voice was soft and trembling like she might
cry again at any moment.
That fake act made Daphne want to throw up. “Shut up! Just hearing you talk makes me sick.”
Yvonne shrank behind Wilson, looking terrified. “Wilson…”
“Don’t worry. No one will hurt you,” Wilson assured her, his voice firm and protective
Daphne, still drunk and fuming, grabbed a golf club leaning against the wall and charged forward “Wilson, I swear, you and that tramp are not taking a damn thing from this house!”
Wilson stood up, easily overpowering her. He wrenched the club from her hands and tossed it aside. “Are you saying this is your house? Please Your house is back in the middle of nowhere.”
His words cut like a knife. Daphne had long grown used to his cruelty, but it still stung
Yvonne piped up again, her voice barely above a whisper. ‘Don’t be mad, Wilson. I don’t mind
being dragged through the mud online. It’s just a few more days on the trending list.”
