But now, just because of a warning post that threatened another woman’s reputation—he burned with fury beyond control.
It would be a lie to say I wasn’t heartbroken. But it was true—I had lost all hope.
I gave a bitter smile and shook my head. Since Daniel Brooks was so firm in his own beliefs, there was nothing left for me to say.
“Where are Jason’s and my things?”
My question, so out of line with what he expected, enraged him. Daniel threw me hard to the ground.
“Why are you bringing that up? Do you have any idea how much your post has hurt Chloe Miller?”
He shoved his phone in front of me, the screen displaying my post.
“You even hired trolls to bully Chloe, just a young girl. How could she possibly endure such hateful comments?”
But the comments were nothing more than netizens questioning reasonably, asking Chloe to provide proper safety measures at her lodge.
In his eyes, that turned into me hiring people to slander her.
Looking closer, I noticed something chilling: under every comment, there was the same IP, an account named Brooks defending Chloe’s “innocent mistake.”
Who else could it have been but him?
I let out a hollow laugh, filled with sorrow.
“Daniel Brooks, let’s get a divorce.”