Chapter 7
After I had my son cremated, I passed out.
When I opened my eyes again, it was three days later.
Dazed, I held my son’s ashes close to me, sitting in the most luxurious presidential suite in Ironreach, watching Oliver and Cindy engage in an online war.
Cindy had unveiled a series of shady incidents from Oliver’s time abroad, where he had been entangled with multiple female students.
She not only provided evidence but also laid out the timeline clearly, making it easy for the onlookers to follow along.
The most outrageous part was that Cindy had tracked down the women involved, who collectively reported Oliver, claiming he had used deception, drugs, and coercion to manipulate them. Afterward, he not only failed to keep his promises but also denied knowing them.
As I stared at the timeline online, a sharp pain gripped my heart.
It turned out that during that period when he was so busy that he had no time for me, he had actually been fooling around with others.
I had thought he was a diligent and ambitious man, but it turned out this was all part of his carefully crafted deception.
I clutched the urn tightly, letting out a bitter, self–mocking laugh as I flipped to the next page of the news.
Cindy’s revelations seemed to have obliterated the image Oliver had so painstakingly built.
In retaliation against Cindy, he struck back hard.
Not only did he expose Cindy’s identity as the driver’s daughter, but he also revealed that she had pretended to be helping people scare off mistresses while secretly providing services to wealthy men.
He further dug up that Cindy had once helped provide an intervention for third parties at a nightclub, but in a twist of irony, she had ended up in bed with one of her clients, caught in compromising photos.
In the pictures, Cindy was bloodied and barely conscious, sprawled across the bed, with a high heel embedded in her side.
Perhaps the beating she took had been so severe that it nearly killed her, leading her to exit the “third- party intervention” business. But she had become a puppet master behind the scenes, turning into the boss of the very advisors she once worked alongside.
The women who had cornered me at the delivery room door were all part of her company.
In pursuit of more money, Cindy not only played the game but also forced her employees to be mistresses, holding leverage over those women.
Imagining Cindy and those women causing my son’s death filled me with a rage so intense that I could barely contain it.
Clenching my fists, I pressed the call button on the couch. “Find a few influential accounts to amplify the
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information Oliver posted.
“Look into what illegal businesses Cindy has under her name. Once you find something, report it immediately. Make sure to investigate her employees too–anyone who can go to jail shouldn’t get off easy, especially those third–party intervention advisors.
“And check on the usernames I gave you before. If they’ve broken any laws, send them to feel the
consequences.
“Oh, and get a few thugs to stir up trouble at Cindy’s place. Stream it live. She likes catching other women. in the act, so let’s see how she likes being the one caught.
On the other end, the voice hesitated, then asked, “Ms. Woodward, are you really planning to let Oliver off the hook?”
Let him off the hook?
I snorted derisively, carefully running my fingers over the urn in my lap. My voice dripped with contempt and barely concealed rage. “Do you know what the most despairing thing is?
“It’s seeing hope only for it to be shattered.
“I crush his hope right before his eyes, watching him die in agony.”
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