He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 89

An avalanche of explosive headlines dominated every social media platform, tagged with glaring, dark-red "Trending" icons.

#GrantGauthierConfessesLoveToLylaLennox#

#SiennaSawyerFromWifeToOtherWoman#

#SiennaSawyerAbandonedByBillionaire#

In the viral video, Grant had his arm firmly wrapped around Lyla's shoulders while she leaned into him, her eyes red as if she had endured the ultimate tragedy.

Their undeniable intimacy practically bled through the screens.

Public opinion instantly polarized, sparking a massive war in the comment sections.

[Holy crap! The confession of the century! His actual wife is hospitalized upstairs, and he pulls this?]

[This guy is out of his mind! He basically just confessed to cheating on his wife! Lyla is a total homewrecker!]

[My heart breaks for Sienna. Imagine how desperate she must feel.]

[Oh, stop acting like saints. Mr. Gauthier already said Sienna is the one spreading rumors. Why feel sorry for a woman like that?]

[Exactly. A gold digger who'll do anything for money is probably laughing in her hospital bed right now, plotting her next payout.]

The morning at the Gauthier estate should have been peaceful.

Eleanor Gauthier had just finished her morning prayers and was helped onto the living room sofa by her maid to have some tea. The television was on, broadcasting the morning entertainment news.

The elderly woman's hand froze halfway to her mouth, the teacup suspended in the air.

"Rewind that," she ordered quietly.

Clara Collins scrambled for the remote, rewinding the broadcast. The anchor's crisp voice played again, every word drilling into Eleanor's ears.

"The woman I love has always been Lyla."

When Grant spoke those words, he was actively holding that woman in his arms.

Her own grandson, in front of the entire city's media, had just dragged the girl she cherished most through the mud.

"This is all Sienna's fault," Madeline hissed through gritted teeth. "She has no shame, making a public spectacle out of her hospital stay and dragging the whole family into her mess. Now even my mother-in-law is suffering because of her."

Nathaniel didn't respond. He was already drowning in corporate chaos.

The fallout from Samuel Sawyer's post hadn't even settled, and Grant's suicidal PR stunt had just pushed the Gauthier Group off a cliff.

The moment the markets opened, their stock price plummeted. The PR department's phones were ringing off the hook.

Dozens of partners had sent angry emails, and several major contracts currently in negotiation had been unilaterally suspended.

Since things had already spiraled this far, their only option was to double down and pin the entire catastrophe on Sienna.

It was the only way to quickly extract the Gauthier family from the scandal and minimize the damage.

If they actively manipulated the narrative and planted a few more devastating rumors about her...

They might even manage to bounce the company's valuation back higher than before.

A ruthless, cunning gleam flashed in Nathaniel's eyes as he pulled out his phone and made a call.