Divorced Heiress Married Her Brother’s Friend

Chapter 7 The Confrontation

Sophia’s Pov

As I pulled up to my apartment, I was delighted to see Cynthia’s car already parked outside. Her flexible schedule as a blogger often allowed her to visit at a moment’s notice.

I, on the other hand, had rarely enjoyed such luxuries during my time with Maxwell, who had demanded every waking moment of my attention.

Cynthia’s smile lit up the entire porch as she turned to face me, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "Look at you, glowing and beaming! What’s the occasion?" she asked, her voice dripping with curiosity. "Liam took you out on a romantic date?"

I chuckled at her suggestion. "No, Cynthia. Something better," I teased, leading her into the apartment.

As we settled onto the couch, Cynthia’s excitement became palpable. "What could possibly be better than spending time with your long-time crush? Come on, spill!"

I savored the moment before revealing the news. "Julian set up a meeting with a lawyer, Barrister Eugene, to finalize the divorce. And here’s the best part: my parents ensured Maxwell relinquished all his assets to me, leaving him with nothing."

Cynthia squealed in pure delight, her eyes shining with triumph. "He got exactly what he deserved!"

I nodded, still relishing the satisfaction of outsmarting Maxwell. "And it gets even better. He called me, demanding I hand over my latest jewelry designs. I agreed, but only if he leaves the marriage penniless."

"Isn’t he just a miserable leech without a shred of shame?" She exclaimed, still fuming about Maxwell’s audacity.

I knew the perfect way to bring him down was with evidence of his infidelity. And who better to help me than Cynthia, the hotshot blogger?

I turned to her, desperation in my voice. "You’ve got to help me, Cynthia. I have proof of his cheating, and you’re the perfect person to expose him."

Cynthia’s eyes lit up like a lightbulb as she grasped the situation. "I love where this is going! We’ll capitalize on Maxwell’s fake image as the perfect husband and Scarlett’s celebrity status. The headlines will be juicy!"

"Exactly! I cannot let him get away without reducing him back to the nobody he once was."

She got to work immediately and her fingers started flying across her phone’s screen as she crafted a blog post. I watched in awe as she worked her magic.

"Her name again?" she muttered to herself. "Ah yes, Scarlett Thompson." She tapped away, a sly grin spreading across her face. "This is going to be brutal for Maxwell."

When she finished, I gasped at the headlines on her website through my phone. "Glimmer and Co.’s CEO, Maxwell Theodore, caught pants down with socialite, Scarlett Thompson!" I read out, bursting into laughter.

The blog post painted me as the anonymous wife, unfairly cheated on and ridiculed by the pretentious CEO. I praised Cynthia’s work, still chuckling. "This is insane! You’re a genius!"

Cynthia shrugged, trying to sound humble. "I just do my best." But we both knew she was a master of her craft.

As we checked the post’s performance, I was shocked to see over ten thousand retweets in just three minutes. "Are you seeing this, Cynthia? It’s going viral!"

Cynthia grinned widely, her eyes fixed on her phone. "The internet is devouring this scandal. Thirsty netizens, indeed." She turned to me, a mischievous glint in her eye. "This calls for a shopping reward. We deserve to celebrate our small wins. And who knows how much damage this will do to Maxwell’s reputation?"

I opened my mouth to protest, but Cynthia hushed me. "Just for today, let’s let loose and enjoy our victory."

Reluctantly, I agreed. As I changed out of my corporate fit into a very casual wear with sandals to match, I discovered Cynthia had a nose mask on. I lifted a brow in question and she yanked the material down.

"You didn’t see this?" She pointed to an almost non-existent red dot on her chin. "I thought it was obvious though. The media will never catch me looking like a bedraggled rat with the witch’s nose wart on my chin." She yanked the mask back on, picking her purse to proceed out.

***

The shopping mall was less than a few miles away from my house. Its appearance only exuded pure class and elegance. Cynthia never missed any opportunity to splurge her money on quality things.

I picked only a beige colored dress which she thought would look fabulous with my skin tone while she shopped a storm. As usual, she found an excuse to fill up her larger-than-life closet.

Few minutes before our shopping spree came to an end, we bumped into the world’s awful couple: Maxwell and Scarlett who, coincidentally, were shopping in the same aisle that we were in.

"Oh look who the dog vomited." Cynthia addressed them in a voice loaded with scorn and ridicule. "Both of your shamelessness is a global embarrassment, harmful to the existence of mankind. Look at you, walking freely in a shopping mall despite a cheating scandal hanging over your heads. Terrible."

Scarlett sneered, her haughty tone matching Cynthia’s scorn. "I don’t waste my words on maggots like you." Then she turned to me. "Why the hell are you in the same space I am, breathing the same air I am? How the hell did you even find yourself in this mall?"

I chuckled without a reply as I watched her fuel herself with enough pomposity to drown the ocean.

"Did you miss your way to Target or something? Look, let me enlighten you. Everything you’re wearing, including yourself, can’t afford a button on that dress in your nasty fingers. I’ll pay triple, hand it over.." She groaned, exasperated as she turned to Maxwell. "Oh dear, now she’s contaminated that dress. That’s a special edition you know."

Cynthia stepped up to her, spoiling for a fight already. "b***h, you don’t get to speak to her in that manner. Not on my watch. My fist has no time for negotiation so if you don’t want to fix your fake ass dentition hiding behind your boiled lips, you should shut the f**k up!"

"Security!" Scarlett raised an alarm like one in distress. "That rabid one just attacked me with physically. Send her out of here now!" She pressed a hand to her head. "I feel so harassed and embarrassed. How can you all be stupid enough to let shoplifters and beggars in here?"

A staff member stepped up to me. He looked reluctant to do her biddings but wanting to be on the safer side, he demanded that I exit with Cynthia. "You just have to leave."

My temper flared as I planted myself to the spot, ignoring Scarlett’s show of exaggeration and Cynthia’s downpour of unprintable words. "I will not move an inch until I see the manager of this place. How rude!"

He hesitated, then spoke. "The manager won’t be available to listen to your grievances right now, ma’am. I’m not rude, only doing my job." He interjected, the chaotic background blending with his voice.

Scarlett continued her tantrum, creating a scene and drawing a crowd of curious onlookers with most of them who were recording.

"You have to leave, you lowlifes!" Scarlett obviously was not done yet. She made a show of herself, like a bitchy Karen. "Quit hiding under the guise of the mask and reveal your true intentions. Rather than shoplift, how about I pay for your clothes myself? Right, baby?"

Maxwell looked like he wanted to disappear from the scene unfolding before him. He grew mortified with the tips of his ear were reddening in embarrassment. Serves him right!

The staff grew firmer. "You really have to leave, right now! Or I’d be calling security to have you thrown out."

More of the staff members had gathered, displeased that we were still in the establishment. "If she gets word of this to the Blackwood family, we are doomed." I caught one of the fearful whisper of one of them.

So that was the reason they wanted us out. To keep their jobs.

I reached out to Cynthia who refused to ease up.

Maxwell pulled me to the side. "Why don’t you take your deranged friend and leave this place? Newark is big enough for this coincidence to be avoided. Do you want this dress? Take it and I’ll pay for it. You are embarrassing me."

"Why have you not thrown them out yet?" A deep voice bellowed from the entrance and intertwined with it was anger as well as an unquestionable stamp of authority. "Where is Dawson?" He thundered as he came into view.

The f**k? Liam?

A man in suit shot out of nowhere, sweating profusely. "I apologize, Mr. Richard. You see, these two women instead of shopping, started harassing--"

"I meant these two." His angry gaze moved to Maxwell and Scarlett. "Have them thrown out this instant! If I ever see them cross the threshold of this establishment, you’d have me to contend with."