Neither of their names had a title or explanation attached, and Niamh had never imagined she'd become this famous.
She'd never dreamed she'd wake up one day to find her own wedding photos splashed across the internet—
Wedding photos with Jonathan.
These weren't the polished studio portraits couples usually post. No, these were candid shots from the actual ceremony.
In the picture, Niamh wore a pearl-white off-the-shoulder satin gown, exchanging rings with Jonathan, who looked impossibly sharp in a bespoke black suit.
The photo was real—Niamh was certain of it.
She also knew that barely anyone in the entire Thomas family had a copy.
But the version circulating online was low-res and grainy; you could just about make out who the bride and groom were.
Niamh—married to the heir of the Thomas Group?!
No way. That had to be fake.
The timing was so suspicious, anyone would wonder who was behind it.
And with the picture so blurry, it was obvious someone didn't want anyone spotting inconsistencies.
Fake news, people—move along!
"If Niamh is really Jonathan's wife, I'll eat fifty pounds of garbage on livestream!" someone declared.
The internet had a field day. But for all the noise, not a single person was calling Niamh a homewrecker anymore.
Niamh didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
That's the internet for you: one blurry photo, and suddenly everyone's inventing their own plot twists. No one cared about facts—just the thrill of the next big story.
Following the trending topic, Niamh noticed another post from about ten minutes ago, supposedly from a burner account, claiming Jonathan's car had been spotted by city hall.
"So that's why the reporters tracked me down," she murmured, sipping her coffee.
The Thomas Group had official accounts on every major platform.
After the wedding photo leaked, the comments exploded. But the company itself stayed completely silent, which only made more people think the photo was fake.
Within a few hours, the trending topic was gone.
Very few seemed convinced that Niamh and Jonathan were married, but those who'd once loudly accused her of wrecking Daniel's marriage were suddenly quiet.
Now, everyone's attention had shifted, speculating about how much Daniel and his company, Riverside Properties, had embezzled, and wondering how many years in prison Daniel would get.
Niamh drained the last of her coffee and shot Jonathan a quick text:
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