Chapter 7
I posted photos of Jenny and Melvin sleeping together in my bedroom, screenshots of her
asking kindergarten parents for gifts, and surveillance footage of her at the kindergarten.
She deliberately ignored a poorly dressed little girl in the corner, taking her milk and snacks to get in the good graces of two wealthy kids.
I also released an audio clip her framing me for stealing a bag.
“Exactly. When the time tomes, just shout that Willow stole your bag. I’ll have the other
parents back you up. After that, you won’t have to worry about leaving your daughter in my
class. I’ll make sure she’s taken care of.”
The internet exploded as soon as the evidence surfaced.
“Holy shit! How dare she play the victim?”
“After accusing someone of stealing falsely, she still has the nerve to cry?”
“Regular people don’t beg for gifts. No way.”
Even Jenny’s fake high–society friends, who had initially commented with sympathy,
quietly deleted their posts.
Jenny’s social media accounts were permanently shut down, and the PR accounts set to whitewash her quickly erased their posts and went silent.
Her “resilient yet tragic everywoman” persona crumbled, replaced by labels like liar, false
accuser, workplace harasser, and homewrecker.
Her phone was bombarded with calls, and her WhatsApp and Facebook were completely down. Of course, the kindergarten wouldn’t keep her, so she had to leave Crestford
overnight.
Before long, Melvin’s parents, Oscar Quayle and Sadie Fowler, arrived from their hometown, begging me for mercy. They had even brought Finn with them from the
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They dropped to their knees as soon as they saw me, weeping uncontrollably and begging me to spare Melvin.
Finn was dressed in the orphanage’s worn–out clothes, clearly malnourished. He knelt beside them, crying and calling me “Mom“, pleading for my forgiveness and asking me to
take him home.
I looked at the elderly couple. “Melvin stole from me and can’t repay the debt. Begging won’t change anything.“.
At my words, Sadie reached into her pocket and pulled out a small red velvet box. “T–These are the wedding rings we bought for you two. Today was supposed to be your wedding day! Willow, how can you be so heartless?
“You’ve already been living together. Everyone in our family and the whole neighborhood knows. Back home, that makes you just as good as married! Who would want to marry you after this if you break it off now? Aren’t you embarrassed?”
Oscar nodded in agreement. “And with a child in tow, who else would take you in, if not Melvin? We’re just trying to look out for you. Don’t be so ungrateful!”
Finn clutched at my skirt. “Mom… Mom, I was wrong. I don’t want to stay at the orphanage. I still want to have your honey–glazed pork chops…”
I couldn’t help but snicker. I looked down at their pitiful faces and said, “Go ahead, ask around to see if it’s me, Willow Wolpert, who’s unwanted, or Melvin, whose future is ruined. Finn, so now I’m ‘Mom‘ again, huh?
“Too bad. I actually signed you up for a summer camp in Altheria, but since you say I’m always forcing you to study, don’t worry, you won’t get the chance to learn anymore. This child isn’t my responsibility. If you want him, take him. If not, find somewhere else to dump him.”
With that, I turned and walked into the villa without sparing them a second glance.
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I saw Melvin again on the day of his trial. For his crimes of malicious asset transfers, unpaid debts, and financial fraud, the judge ordered him to complete one year of probation before beginning his 15–year prison sentence.
For once, he didn’t throw a tantrum. After the trial, we sat down face–to–face again.
His eyes were red with emotion, his voice hoarse. “Willow… I know I messed up. I was out
of my mind back then. I thought you’d never leave. I didn’t even want to be with Jenny. She was just a fling. You were the real thing. I–I took your love for granted.”
I couldn’t help laughing. “You’ve got a real way with words, huh?”
Melvin looked up, frantic. “It’s true! She could never compare to you–not in looks, talent, anything…”
I stood up. “Thanks for the compliment, but I’m not desperate enough to compete with
her.”
He flinched. He must’ve known I wasn’t his anymore.
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