The comments below were a flood of abuse directed at me. Someone had doxxed my personal information too.

My colleagues asked me nervously what I planned to do.

I smiled coldly. Then I sat down and compiled every shred of evidence I'd gathered over the past six months documenting Sylvia and Eugene's affair. I organized it into a clean timeline and posted it online.

I tagged Sylvia directly: "My lawyers will be pursuing charges for defamation and cyberbullying."

I went all in. I didn't just post it. I paid to push it to the top of the trending topics, making sure their affair was plastered across every major feed.

Then I printed out the cease-and-desist letters along with the affair evidence and mass-emailed them to every single business partner connected to Eugene.

That evening, word reached me that Eugene had been summoned home by his family and given a beating.

They'd forced him to cut ties with Sylvia and ordered him to do whatever it took to win me back.

Eugene texted me, demanding I take down the posts immediately.

"Sylvia was just worried about me. That's the only reason she made that post. Why do you have to go after her like this?"

I blocked his number.

Meanwhile, my plans with Stanley moved steadily forward. One by one, the Hensons' clients agreed to work with us instead.

Now it was just a matter of time. Once everything was in place, Eugene would get the final blow he deserved.

But Eugene refused to let it go. He cornered me at a resort hotel.

"Rose! We need to talk!"

He grabbed my arm and dragged me into a room.

I wrenched free of his grip. "I have nothing to say to you."

"If you're here about Sylvia, you can leave right now. She started it. The only reason I haven't destroyed her yet is because I didn't think she was worth the effort. Don't mistake my restraint for inability."

Eugene's eyes churned with emotion as he looked at me.

"I've agreed."

I stared at him, baffled. "Agreed to what?"

He let out a long breath, as though he'd finally made some monumental decision. His whole body seemed to deflate.

"I've agreed to marry you. We'll do it just like last time. We'll get married, have the baby, and I'll cut all ties with Sylvia."

For a moment, all I could feel was the sheer absurdity of it.

I laughed. "You're out of your mind."

Eugene seized my arm, his grip bruising, his expression savage.