Chapter 8 Go to Hell!
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For several seconds, the gallery remained completely silent. Then the room exploded with whispers.
"Oh my God... Were they stolen? And she colluded with the original artist's husband to do it!"
"I knew it! Evelyn's style never looked like this before! Her work never had this kind of intensity."
"What kind of trash steals his own wife's work to give to his mistress?"
"That's disgusting!"
The crowd looked at Evelyn and Dominick with pure, cutting contempt.
Evelyn swayed slightly, the color draining from her face.
"No... that's not true!" she cried desperately.
But no one believed her. The attendees today weren't just wealthy buyers and minor artists, but also leaders from the Academy of Fine Arts.
There was no way to pull the wool over their expert eyes.
One by one, people began leaving the gallery with indignation.
The exhibition was completely ruined. The scandal spread across the internet with explosive speed.
Within hours, people had uncovered Dominick's identity and the complicated relationship between Charlotte and Evelyn.
Someone commented: So the guy is a famous pharmaceutical researcher? Even worse! He cheated and stole his wife's paintings for his mistress."
Someone continued: And that mistress, Evelyn, is the fake heiress of the Lindsey family! She's literally Charlotte's sister! That b***h! She stole her sister's husband and her art!"
Another one commented: What a pair of absolute scumbags. They should just go to hell!"
*****
That same afternoon, the Academy of Fine Arts released an official statement. Evelyn's teaching contract was immediately terminated.
Within half a day, both her reputation and her career were destroyed.
Back at the residence, Evelyn smashed everything she could reach, screaming through sobs.
"I'm ruined! It's all gone! It's all because of Charlotte! That b***h! She destroyed me!" Her breathing grew erratic. Suddenly, a sharp pain twisted through her abdomen. Soon, blood began to soak through her clothes.
Panicked, Dominick tried to rush her to the hospital, but Evelyn fought him off. "If you want me to go to the hospital, post the video! If you don't, then let this baby die!"
Time was running out. Seeing the agony on her face, Dominick finally made his decision.
With trembling hands, he took out his phone. Then he uploaded the video.
The caption read: High School Promiscuity Video of Painter with Millions of Followers Exposed.
The video spread across the internet like wildfire. By the time Charlotte saw it, it already had over ten million views.
The scandal exploded even further when Daniel, Harper, and Wyatt released a clarification video.
Facing the camera, Daniel and Harper spoke first, "Ever since high school, Charlotte's private life has been incredibly chaotic. We were thrilled to find our biological daughter again. We naturally doted on her."
"But we never expected her to become so manipulative. She falsely accused Evelyn of bullying her. She even pretended to suffer from severe depression. And she seduced Evelyn's boyfriend, Dominick."
They continued. "In high school, the person Dominick truly loved was Evelyn. Charlotte stole him."
"We didn't want to come forward, but it wouldn't be fair to Evelyn to hide the truth."
Wyatt leaned closer to the camera and added coldly.
"Having a sister like her is an absolute disgrace!"
Charlotte turned off her phone. She closed her eyes.
She had already expected this.
She didn't cry. Instead, she quietly continued packing her suitcase.
Her flight left at six o'clock tomorrow morning. Soon, she would finally start a new life.
But when Charlotte pulled her suitcase toward the door and opened it, she came face-to-face with a vicious, contorted expression.
The man snarled. "Charlotte... You made me rot in prison for over a decade! Just die!"
Charlotte recognized him instantly, Asher Wagner.
The man Evelyn had paid fifty thousand dollars to destroy her life.
Fear clamped down on her chest, making it hard to breathe.
"You... Why are you here?"
Asher laughed. "Your dear sister Evelyn got me out!"
He shoved her against the wall easily and lifted the knife in his hand. "Relax... This time... I'll send you straight to hell."
Just as he raised his arm and Charlotte clamped her eyes shut in despair, the sound of a key turning in the front door lock echoed through the house.
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