Chapter 257

It was the media reporters. A flood of reporters pushed their way through the doorway, their cameras flashing wildly the moment they stepped inside. "Get out! All of you, get out!" Elena shrieked in utter despair. "Who let you in? This is a violation of my rights! Get out!" But her desperate cries were drowned out by the relentless clicks of camera shutters. Compared to the overwhelming noise of the media frenzy, her voice was nothing more than a whisper—one that no one cared to hear. … The next time I saw anything about Elena, it was all over the internet. The headlines painted her as a shameless homewrecker who was caught in the act and publicly humiliated by the rightful wife. Every sordid detail was laid bare—her personal information, her past scandals, and a long list of other dirt that people eagerly dug up. Overnight, she became a public disgrace—a pariah that everyone despised. I had my grievances with Elena, but they were never deep enough to warrant hatred. My issues w