Chapter 6
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Urban
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The next day, photos of Sean fighting another man over Zoey circulated widely in our friends.
This was the first time his affair had become so publicly known. Several reporters were camped at our front door.
When I stepped outside, they bombarded me with questions.
Sean's company has grown rapidly in recent years and has become influential in New York.
He is young, wealthy, and handsome, frequently making headlines.
One reporter asked, "Mrs. Smith, what do you have to say about Mr. Smith and Zoey's affair?"
I continued walking, not looking back, and countered, "What do you expect me to say about a husband who cheats and a woman who willingly becomes the other woman?"
The reporter persisted, "I heard that when Mr. Smith was at his poorest, you left him for money. After he succeeded, you manipulated him into marrying you. Now that Mr. Smith has found true love with Zoey, a perfect match, you still cling to the title of Mrs. Smith and accuse others of being mistresses. Don't you think you're the one bullying?"
I stopped and turned with a cold laugh, grabbing the press badge on her chest. She was an intern reporter, her badge holder also containing a student ID.
I asked calmly, "You're a friend of Zoey, aren't you? Did I want to marry Sean out of desperation, or was he the desperate one? This is well known among our friends. You can ask them if you wanted.Or are you just here to smear me to elevate your friend?"
Her expression changed to panic as she snatched back her badge, claiming with an air of righteousness, "We are indeed friends, but I am a journalist. My words are objective and fair. If you really didn't want to marry Mr. Smith, why don't you divorce him now that he loves someone else?"
Before I could reply, my nose began to bleed, leaving me looking disheveled. Someone mocked, "Mrs. Smith claims she doesn't care, saying she was forced to marry Mr. Smith, yet she's so agitated that she bleeds from the nose"
I wiped the blood from my lips with my fingertip and said calmly, "I'm not agitated; I'm just seriously sick, almost on the brink of death. I have been suffering from frequent nosebleeds recently."
The crowd suddenly quieted; the laughter ceased. Only the reporter continued, "Stop pretending, acting sick and pitiful because of a nosebleed. I can't stand women like you who play the victim to snag a man, resorting to shameless tactics and bringing disgrace to women."
She stormed off after her tirade, her ponytail swinging, leaving an impression as disagreeable as Zoey's.