Could it be York Lockwood?
A million frantic questions tangled in Elias's mind, his face twisted in fury. For years, Willow had been entirely obsessed with him. If he casually mentioned craving a specific cake, she would stand in the freezing wind for an hour just to get it for him...
Because of that absolute devotion, he had felt completely secure. He truly believed that even if he married Tessa, Willow would never leave him. He had even planned to be merciful and keep Willow as a high-society mistress!
He never imagined that in just a few short days, Willow would find herself a new man—and clearly more than one!
How could she be so cheap? Was she really that desperate for a man's attention?
Furious, Elias aggressively typed a message to Willow: [Willow! How dare you forge chat logs? Delete that post immediately!]
When Willow saw the message, a look of sheer contempt flashed across her eyes. She casually typed back: [Forged? Take a closer look at the perspective of those screenshots. You know exactly if they're fake or not.]
Elias froze. His eyes darted back to the images, and a violent chill swept through his body.
He had been so panicked he completely missed the most damning detail! Every single screenshot of the chat was taken from Tessa's side of the conversation!
Did that mean... Tessa was the one who leaked this to Willow?
How else could anyone explain where the screenshots came from?
But... why would she send them to Willow?
Connecting this to the stolen sheet music at the banquet, Elias belatedly realized that Tessa wasn't nearly as innocent and fragile as he had believed...
Willow had zero interest in entertaining a cheating bastard. After sending her reply, she immediately blocked him on everything!
When Elias finally snapped out of his daze and tried to send another furious text, he was met with a glowing red exclamation mark!
He nearly stopped breathing, feeling like he might genuinely die of a heart attack right then and there.


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