I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 30

**Through Silent Meadows We Trace Stories Left Behind Yesterday**
by Asa Rowan Flint

“Mr. Morgan… is there an issue with Liora’s design draft?” Liam inquired, his voice laced with uncertainty as he leaned forward, hoping for clarity.

Marcus shot him a frigid glare, his eyes narrowing as he slid the folder across the desk with a dismissive flick of his wrist. “Sort out your personal drama before you come back to work,” he replied, his tone flat, devoid of any warmth.

Liam blinked in confusion, the words hanging in the air like a heavy fog. “Personal drama?” he echoed, bewildered by the sudden turn in their conversation.

“Out,” Marcus barked, turning his attention back to the mountain of paperwork that seemed to multiply before him, clearly signaling the end of their exchange.

As the minutes ticked by, Liam’s mind raced, and it didn’t take long for him to grasp the true meaning behind Marcus’s words.

After Lena’s incendiary post, the online world had erupted, with netizens flooding Sophie’s profile with a torrent of vitriol, hurling insults and accusations with reckless abandon. Each notification that pinged on Sophie’s phone felt like a stab in the heart.

Rather than engage in the chaos with words, Sophie took a different approach. She uploaded the complete surveillance footage from the previous day, a calculated move that would turn the tide.

The video was high-definition, capturing every angle, every nuance, and most importantly, every expression Lena had made. There were no cuts, no edits; it was raw and unfiltered.

As viewers began to comprehend the manipulation they had fallen victim to, the internet erupted in a frenzy.

“Manipulative little witch. Gross,” one commenter sneered.

“What an actress. Give her an Oscar already,” another chimed in, the sarcasm dripping from their words.

“Your sister’s talking about suicide! That bitch Sophie is evil! She’s trying to drive Lena to her grave!”

“Mom, what are you talking about?!” Liam snapped, unable to contain the rising tide of frustration in his chest.

His head throbbed with the weight of the day’s events, but he fought to soften his tone, desperate to calm Irene down. “Mom, listen to me. No matter what happens, this wedding has to happen.”

He hesitated, the gravity of his next words hanging in the air like a storm cloud. “I’ll be honest with you… Sophie’s pregnant. And the kid’s not mine.”

“What?!” Irene screamed, her voice piercing through the tension, laced with fury. “That little slut cheated on you?! I’ll kill her myself!”

The atmosphere crackled with unresolved emotions, and Liam felt the walls closing in on him, the weight of his family’s expectations pressing down like a leaden blanket.