The Billionaire's Filthy Forgiveness

15: She Called Me His Slut—In Front of the World

Lilian ~

It is this fancy billionaires’ retreat. I stand right here next to the big stage, fixing Edwin’s papers on the small table. The room is full of rich men in suits, press everywhere. This place is invitation only. No normal people get in. Edwin just stepped up to the podium. He looks strong, tall, ready to give his big speech on business and life. My heart beats fast because I know what he’s been through. Mitchell and that baby. The mess in the office. All of it.

I’m here as his PA today. Just organizing files, handing him notes if he needs them.

Then the side door bangs open.

Mitchell walks in.

She pushes through. Black dress tight on her body even after the baby. And in her arms? That little baby. One month old. Wrapped in a blue blanket. He’s awake, looking around. She holds him like a weapon.

How the hell did she get here? This retreat is strict. High profile only. Billionaires, CEOs, no ex-wives crashing in. Someone helped her. Someone powerful. My stomach twists. I think of Javi right away. That bastard best friend who f****d her behind Edwin’s back.

Security guys move fast. Two big men in black suits step in front of her. “Ma’am, this is private. You need to leave.”

She doesn’t stop. She walks straight toward the podium. The baby starts to fuss, little cries mixing with the noise. Everyone turns. Heads snap. The whole room goes dead quiet then loud with whispers.

Edwin freezes on the podium. His mouth opens but nothing comes out. I see his face. Embarrassed. Ashamed. His shoulders drop a tiny bit. Poor guy. He’s standing there in front of the world business leaders, press, cameras rolling live probably, and his crazy ex shows up with a baby he says isn’t his.

I want to run to him. But I stay by the table, papers in my hands, heart pounding so hard it hurts my chest.

Mitchell fights the security. One guard grabs her arm gentle, not rough because of the baby. She twists away. “Let me go! This is Edwin’s son! He needs to see him!”

The baby cries louder now. Real cries. Sharp. It cuts through everything.

She screams. Right there in front of everyone. “Edwin Pearse denies his own newborn son! While he f***s his slut employee every day!” She points straight at me. Her finger shakes but her voice is loud and mean. “Look at her! She’s always everywhere riding on his d**k!” Then she spins back, eyes blazing. “He’s abusive! Refuses to claim his child! Refuses DNA test! Refuses to support us!”

My face burns hot. Everyone stares at me now. Whispers get louder. I feel sick. Like I’ve never seen something this ridiculous and shameful in my life. It feels like a bad dream but it’s real. My legs feel weak. Papers almost fall from my hands. This is happening right now, in front of the whole world.

Edwin stands speechless on the podium. His face pale. He grips the sides hard. He doesn’t know what to say. The security keeps holding Mitchell but she keeps screaming. “He won’t pay! He won’t test the baby! He’s hiding with his w***e!”

Twenty minutes. It takes twenty long minutes. Security begs her almost. They don’t drag her hard because nobody wants to disrespect anyone linked to Edwin. They talk soft. “Ma’am, please, the baby is upset. Let’s go outside.” She fights but finally they get her to the side door. She still yells over her shoulder. “This isn’t over! He’ll pay!” The door closes behind her. Baby cries fade.

The room is dead silent. All eyes on Edwin. He stands there. I see his chest rise and fall fast. He’s not happy about this. I know it. But he has to fix it. Clear his name. Save everything.

He starts talking. Voice strong at first, then steady. Powerful speech. On decency in business. In marriage. In every part of life. He apologizes to everyone for the display from his ex-wife. “I’m sorry you all had to see that.” Then he touches the pain of betrayal. His voice gets a little rough. “My best man f****d my wife. She had a baby nine months after the divorce. Claims it’s mine. But the question anyone should ask Mitchell is this: Where is Javi? Do the DNA test with him first.”

He says it clear. No shaking now. The room listens. Some nod. Some clap slow at the end. He thanks them. Steps down from the podium.

I watch him. Poor boy. He’s going through so much. Ex-wife screaming in public. Baby drama. Everyone watching. But he did it. He stood there and spoke truth.

Something ugly twists in my chest. I was supposed to destroy him. That was the plan from day one. Use him. Bleed him. Leave him in pieces. But somewhere between this blackmail and the desk s*x and the nights he started holding me after instead of kicking me out, the plan flipped. Now he’s the only thing I want to protect. He's been only person who sees me - all the filthy, greedy, messed-up parts - and still pulls me closer.

My mind changes. In this moment. While he walks toward me, eyes tired but strong. I decide. I’m going to fight for Edwin. Right now. Today.

Mitchell can’t be here without help. Someone strong backed her in. I suspect Javi. I’m going after both of them.

Especially after what she just did - calling me a slut again. A w***e. Right here, out loud. The words are still stinging, hot and sharp, crawling under my skin. Maybe she wants me to break? She wants me to cry or run? Too bad. I’m still here. Still breathing through it.

Nobody’s gonna ask me anything anyway. Not the reporters shoving mics in faces. Not the people staring from the sides. They don’t get to poke inside my head. This pain? It's mine.

I’m ready to dig deep. Find every dirty plan Mitchell has. Expose it all. Javi too. Whatever it takes.

The press still snaps photos. Leaders talk in groups. But I don’t care. I grab the papers, stack them neat. Act like PA but inside I’m already planning. Call that old contact from my dad’s company. Check emails again. Hack if I have to. Find how she got in. Who paid. Who’s behind the scenes.

Edwin touches my back light. “Let’s get out of here,” he says low.

I nod. We walk toward the exit together. Cameras follow but I keep my head up. In my chest. In my steps. Mitchell’s scream still rings in my ears. The baby’s cry. Edwin’s strong voice on the podium.

But I feel different now. Stronger. This isn’t hate anymore. It’s protection. Love mixed with fire. I’m going to fight dirty if I have to. For him. For us.

Edwin’s hand stays on my back as we step outside, cameras flashing like lightning. I don’t look at them. I’m already thinking about Mitchell… about Javi… about how deep this goes. Because if they started this war in public - I’m about to finish it where nobody is watching.

Mitchell likes to play dirty - she has no idea I’ve already lived in the mud.