They Said He Hated Clingy Girls So I Stopped, And He Didn’t Like It - Chapter 49

Chapter 18 The woman at the center of the scandal was exposed through a series of anonymous videos that surfaced online. Charles's fingers trembled as he tapped the screen to play them, his brows furrowed into a deep crease. He immediately recognized the backdrop-it was inside the Foster Estate. But the angles were strange, like footage captured by hidden surveillance. In the first video, Diana Schuyler already looked mentally unstable. She was sitting alone in a room but suddenly shot to her feet as if seeing something invisible. She pointed at the air in front of her and screamed.

"An intern like you thinks you're good enough to be personally driven home by Mr. Foster? Filthy little thing. Let me show you what real luxury looks like-fine wine... for a fine woman! Drink it!!" In the second video, Diana was curled up under the covers, her face twisted in sheer terror, as if witnessing something unspeakable. "You two worthless lives are dead, so just stay dead! Yes, I killed you-but it's not my fault! Blame your slutty daughter who used her body to climb her way up and stole what belonged to me! Aaaaahhhh-!" The third video showed someone Charles had never seen before.

A new housekeeper, apparently. Diana must have hired her recently. For a moment, Charles thought he was hallucinating-the woman's long, straight black hair, her slim figure... she bore an uncanny resemblance to Vivian. In the footage, the new housekeeper gently handed Diana a glass of warm milk, her voice soft and even: "Miss Schuyler, drink this. It'll help you sleep." Out of nowhere, Diana leapt up, slammed the woman down, and wrapped her hands around her throat in a vicious choke. "You bitch! You left-so why did you come back?! It's your fault Charles left me!

Why didn't that snake finish you off?! Why are you still alive?! Die! Just die!!" The video cut off. The screen went black, and in its reflection, Charles saw his own eyes-cold as ice. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, his voice low and frigid like the dead of winter. "That lunatic... Where is she now?" He had barely finished speaking when the office door slammed open. Diana strutted in on high heels. Her head was wrapped in a silk scarf, oversized black sunglasses covered half her face, and a mask hid the rest, clearly trying to avoid being recognized.

She quickly shut the door behind her. Then, as if she hadn't just caused a public scandal, she casually took off her sunglasses, sat down across from Charles, and crossed her legs. "Charles, you wanted to see me." He stared at her, his gaze darkening. She was utterly oblivious. Pulling out a compact, she began fixing her makeup, her tone dismissive. "I know you're upset that I can't give you a legitimate marriage, but come on-we were husband and wife once. You loved me for years." "Now that things have blown up, just get me out of the country before they drag me down any further.