The Stolen Life- My Mother Gave My Fiancé to Her Favorite Student novel Chapter 133

Chapter 4

But when Thomas saw what was inside, his face turned ashen.

There were no photos in the album–only train tickets.

Back in college, during the national computer competition, he’d been his school’s logistics

volunteer. He’d fallen for me at first sight and confessed boldly.

I was already a legendary prodigy on campus, miles ahead in software engineering. He, on the other hand, was a failing student who flirted his way through everything. We are worlds apart.

I turned him down gently. But after the competition, he kept coming–standing for hours on trains,

just to see me.

When we married, he’d made all those tickets into an album, held me in his arms, and cried. “I traveled tens of thousands of miles to win you. How could I ever not cherish you?”

Now that album was nothing but a cruel joke.

Seeing me fall silent, the employees assumed their accusations were true.

They immediately held up their phones, pointing cameras at my face and going live.

“I’ve never seen such a shameless homewrecker. Can’t lock one man down, so she runs to the next. Avoid this woman at all costs!”

Within seconds, my red, swollen face went viral under a headline: Watch out for older mistakes

who won’t quit.

Online viewers ate it up, spouting insults without a second thought.

“Old enough to know better, still chasing married men. That desperate for cash?‘

“No talent, so she uses her bod

A few viewers questioned it.

instead.”

“She looks familiar. Didn’t

she win

oftech awards? She doesn’t need to do this.”

I snapped. I grabbed Thomas by the collar.

“I’m not a mistress. You know that better than anyone. Tell them!”

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Guilt finally flickered across Thomas’s face. He was about to speak when my phone pinged.

Josie spotted it and lit up like she’d struck gold. She snatched it and held it up for everyone to see.

It was a message from Chandler–sent minutes earlier.

[I’ll pick you up at your place tomorrow morning and bring breakfast.]

He’d added me from a private account. No one recognized the name. The crowd immediately drew

their own dirty conclusions.

“Called it! Desperate old mistress already set up her next meetup. No wonder she quit so fast!”

The few viewers who’d defended me turned furious.

“Total shameless gold–digger. Disgusting.”

I opened my mouth to explain, but Thomas’s eyes were bloodshot. He slapped me hard, knocking

me to the floor.

“Maya Beckett, I actually felt sorry for you! You really are this low! No wonder you left without looking back–you’re already running to another man’s bed! We don’t want sluts like you at this

company!”

The others closed in menacingly.

“Your private life is disgusting, you bully coworkers, and you’ve ruined our company’s reputation! You’re not leaving until you kneel and apologize!”

Before I could react, someone kicked the back of my knee. I crashed to the floor, kneeling.

Another hand grabbed my hair and slammed my head against the ground. Blood immediately ran down my face.

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