Unwanted Fake Wife The Top Billionaire novel Chapter 4

In the hospital room, Camille sat by Nathan's bedside, her lashes fluttering low. Her expression was soft yet laced with worry. "Nathan, what if Elena refuses to delete those posts?"

Nathan reached out to soothe her. "Elena's not the type to go back on her word. Don't worry."

Hearing the unwavering trust in his voice, Camille's chest tightened. She managed a weak smile. "I guess I'm just overthinking things."

Nathan was confident—over the five years they'd been married, Elena had never once said no to him. Whatever he asked, she did it without hesitation.

But Camille couldn't bring herself to smile. Every time she thought about Elena using the pretense of deleting those posts to steal away the jewelry she loved most, it made her want to scream in frustration.

Suddenly, her phone rang. Camille grabbed it quickly. "Natalie? What’s wrong?"

Whatever Natalie said on the other end, Camille's face drained of color in an instant. "What did you just say?"

She hung up and promptly burst into tears, throwing herself into Nathan's arms.

"What's going on?" Victoria asked, rubbing her lower back as she stepped into the room, her face etched with alarm.

Nathan's brows furrowed, his concern evident. "What happened?"

Camille choked out the words between sobs. "Some gossip accounts are claiming I'm having an affair with you. They even posted photos— the whole internet's tearing me apart."

She handed Nathan her phone. He glanced down at it—and sure enough, the gossip posts were everywhere. Some were subtle, others outright blunt, all hinting at something inappropriate between them. They'd even dug up Camille's old Twitter posts.

[No face, but that's definitely Nathan. He was on a business trip to Northbridge last month, and Camille's location was tagged there too.]

[This is absurd! A war journalist turned homewrecker?]

[Didn't they trend together yesterday? Seems like the rumors might actually be true.]

It wasn't just Camille getting torn apart; Nathan was getting slammed online too—branded a cheater, a liar.

His face darkened. Over 28 years, he'd never been humiliated like this. He immediately grabbed his phone to call his assistant. "Track down where those posts are coming from."

The assistant called back moments later. "Nathan, most of them trace back to Bend Media. You know they make their living off celebrity scandals."

"I don't care what it takes—shut it down."

"We're trying, but the story's gone viral—spreading too fast to stop…"

Even if Bend Media and the others took down the posts, the damage was already done. People were reposting it everywhere, and the scandal was out in the open.

Nathan hung up, seething with rage. Camille and Victoria didn't dare utter a word; they exchanged a nervous glance but kept silent.

He shot Camille a sharp look. "I told you to stop posting things online."

Nathan took a deep breath, his voice low but laced with annoyance.

Camille felt like she was about to explode. She was the one who should've been Nathan's wife—but because he needed to play the dutiful grandson to get his grandfather Charles Hawthorne's shares, she had to stay in the shadows. She couldn't even post a single sweet couple photo.

The more she thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed. "Nathan, no one's ever dug through my Twitter before—why now? What if it was Elena…"

She didn't finish the sentence, but the implication hung in the air. Nathan rubbed his temples, his head throbbing, and pulled up Elena's page—only to find the article was gone.

"She deleted the story. She wouldn't stoop to something like this."

God, they're really something, claiming Camille is dating Nathan's assistant, Ethan. And Camille occasionally visits him at work, which just happens to be in the same building as Nathan. That's why their IP addresses keep overlapping.

Wow. Even now, he's still rushing to Camille's defense?

Before Nathan could respond, she hung up and immediately blocked his number. She also changed his contact name from "Babe" to "Jerk."

She tossed the phone aside and turned to the esthetician. "Go ahead and charge another two hundred thousand to my account, thanks."

She handed the esthetician the black card Nathan had given her years earlier. As she thought back to how she used to pinch every penny he gave her, Elena laughed at her own foolishness. She'd been such a fool.

If you've got money and don't spend it, you're a d*mn idiot. She wasn't just going to spend it; she was going to savor every single cent.

Back in the hospital, Nathan's phone buzzed with a message from the bank. Two hundred thousand dollars had just been deducted, and the charge was from a beauty spa.

Elena used to refuse to spend even a dime on herself. The cards he gave her? She'd use them to buy gifts for his business partners' wives, all to keep his network running smoothly.

She'd always been sharp in social situations; she knew how to handle people and always knew just what to say. That was nothing like Camille. Camille hated those social gatherings; all she ever wanted was quiet time alone with him.

But today, Elena had dropped two hundred thousand on a spa membership.

Something felt off. Nathan dialed her again, only to hear a robotic voice: "The number you are trying to reach is unavailable."

He texted her on WhatsApp, but there was no response.

Victoria walked in, still rubbing her back. "Didn't Elena go to buy that necklace? She's done, right? Why isn't she coming back to take care of you?"

Nathan had always been particular about how he was cared for. He hated having strangers around, not even housekeepers—especially when it came to meals. He liked everything just so. Annoyed, Nathan flung his phone aside. "We had a fight."

"A fight? So she's just not coming back to take care of you?"