Chapter 9
During the live broadcast of the wedding, someone suddenly halted the ceremony, holding up a phone to show Xavier the video.
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Rachel’s face turned pale as she desperately clutched Xavier’s sleeve, crying out, “Don’t watch it, Xavier! Please don’t watch! It’s all fake! I didn’t mean it, Caleb’s death had nothing to do with me! I had no idea the rooftop was so slippery–who could have known he couldn’t even stand properly!”
Xavier shoved her to the ground. Her diamond headband rolled away, her hair fell in disarray, and her perfect makeup dissolved into streaks across her face.
Reporters swarmed in with cameras, frantically photographing Rachel in her disgrace.
This wedding of the century that Rachel had meticulously planned instantly devolved into a farce.
Watching her disheveled state, a wave of vindictive satisfaction surged through me.
I thought: Rachel, I told you I’d make your life a living hell.
The incident triggered enormous public backlash. People online began listing all the terrible things Rachel had done throughout her life–some true, some false.
Internet users hotly debated how social status, family background, and upbringing influence character development, with some even proposing the theory of inherent wickedness. I wholeheartedly agreed with this perspective.
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Eventually, Rachel was arrested for causing severe social harm. Facing the cameras, she appeared spaghetti [sic] thin and haggard, curling into herself to avoid the flashing lights.
Under the merciless gaze of countless cameras, she broke down sobbing: “Stop filming! Stop cyberbullying me! I know I was wrong, please just leave me alone…”
She finally tasted what true fear felt like.
She was sentenced to many Christmases behind bars.
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After Rachel’s incarceration, I heard she became cellmates with someone she had once bullied. I imagine her prison days won’t be boring.
Xavier, tainted by his association with Rachel, was blacklisted from the industry and disowned by the Warren family.
Having made many enemies with his masculine energy throughout his career, he quickly faced retribution from all sides. First, he was investigated for massive tax evasion, draining his savings. Then, people continuously came after him with various problems.
Media even captured footage of him being robbed on a foreign street, where he was stabbed while resisting–his fate unknown.
There was something even more ironic.
The parents who had ignored Caleb and remained coldly indifferent even at his death suddenly appeared before cameras, weeping profusely, describing Caleb as filial and morally upright.
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Their tears seemed genuine, yet they didn’t even know what flowers Caleb
liked.
They placed chrysanthemums all over Caleb’s grave, and I had to make several trips to clear away these flowers he detested.
Caleb hated chrysanthemums. He was quite particular, always complaining about their smell.
Now, I often go to clean Caleb’s house and sit by his grave to bask in the masculine energy of the sun.
I wish I could talk to him. What should I say? Let me think. Perhaps those words I never spoke aloud: “I like you.”
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