Enraged netizens immediately doxxed us, exposing my social media accounts, along with every detail about my son and me.
Even his school teacher called me.
The fallout was serious—too serious. I decided not to send him to school for the time being.
My son looked at me, bewildered, while I forced myself to stay calm.
Would I, like in my previous life, still hold crucial evidence in my hands?
I had to report this to the police.
Anyone who tried to frame me would pay the price.
But the moment I opened the door, a familiar figure barged in, his face twisted with impatience.
Without hesitation, Daniel Carter jabbed a finger at me and roared:
“Rachel Bennett, can’t you behave for once? You’re not the Bennett family’s princess anymore! Do you realize how much damage this scandal has done to my company?”
“All you do is sit around all day—eating my food, drinking my drinks, spending my money. I’m sick of it!”
I stared at Daniel in disbelief.
I never imagined he would say such words. Back then, I had willingly given up my identity as the Bennett heiress just to marry him.
I had handed over my inheritance to support his startup.
And now that he was successful, he dared to accuse me of spending his money.