Used to being mocked.
Used to comforting myself with clumsy lies.
Olivia’s hand stilled for a moment before she gently pulled me into her arms.
“Don’t be afraid. From now on, I’ll protect you. I won’t let you suffer even the slightest grievance again.”
I gave a faint, indifferent smile without answering, though in my heart, I already knew the truth.
After this episode passed, the wedding proceeded as planned.
But on the eve of the ceremony, a series of explicit photos exploded online.
My fiancée, Olivia White, and my younger brother, Eric Smith.
In my own car, lost in their passion.
The footage had been captured by a nearby surveillance camera.
The timestamp: July 19, 10:35 a.m.
Exactly ten minutes after Olivia had hugged me and promised she would protect me forever.
In an instant, Olivia and Eric were thrown into the eye of a storm.
At the company headquarters, outside the mansion—reporters swarmed everywhere.
Reading the countless reports online, I only felt exhausted.
It was as if, over the past ten years, I had never truly known Olivia.
All I had possessed was an empty shell.
At that moment, I no longer cared about anything else.