Chapter 75

The live chat exploded with die-hard fans spamming the feed, making it lag like a slideshow.

Were these netizens truly brainwashed, or was it all just empty bravado? The backlash was brutal—nothing but vicious insults flooding the screen.

Even the classic line, "The one who wasn’t loved was the other woman," popped up in the comments.

Twitter erupted with trending hashtags slamming the situation. Even Julian, despite his A-list status, found the heat unbearable.

But soon, different voices took over.

People weren’t fools. When Evelyn tore into them, she laid out her arguments with razor-sharp logic. Unless someone was in denial, the truth was undeniable.

Upon closer inspection, Team Rebirth’s entire narrative was built on shaky emotional manipulation—it couldn’t hold up under scrutiny.

The live audience, watching from the waiting area, couldn’t help but comment on the expressions of the two in question.

"Heartless men are masters at making excuses. Just watching their earlier behavior makes me question their morals. If they didn’t love her, why marry her in the first place?"

"Exactly. Marriage means commitment. Using 'true love' as an excuse for cheating is disgusting."

"If this is true, then Natalie wasn’t just some spoiled heiress. She stood by Harrison during his rise, supporting him unconditionally. And once they succeeded, she stepped back to care for her parents—only for Team Rebirth to smear her name when she was out of the public eye."

"Back then, I was a fan of Vanessa. She left for overseas with everyone’s blessings, landed a huge project, then vanished after marriage. She clearly had resources—how is that anyone else’s fault?"

"This is chilling. Could Harrison really lie so shamelessly? I used to admire him."

"Team Elite has guts. Who gave them this kind of courage?"

Richard and Margaret sat among the crowd, listening as the tide turned in Evelyn and Julian’s favor. They exchanged satisfied glances.

In the waiting area, the weight of everyone’s stares made the two at the center feel ice crawl down their spines.

Harrison had been verbally shredded to the point of dizziness. He’d never been this disheveled before.

His mind was chaos. He didn’t even question if Evelyn and Julian had fabricated anything—he just turned to Vanessa, voice strained.

"You told me Natalie forced you out. So how could she not even know you?"

Guilt had eaten at him for years, seeing Vanessa’s downfall. He’d blamed himself for overreacting, ruining her life—even though he never meant to.

Vanessa, meanwhile, was shaking with rage. How did Evelyn know so much? Some details were buried so deep—was this really a coincidence?

When Harrison questioned her, panic flashed in her eyes. Lips trembling, she defended herself. "The elders came to me saying it was for Natalie. Doesn’t that mean she was behind it?"

Harrison opened his mouth but couldn’t speak. His head pounded, his breath tight. "So… it’s possible Natalie really didn’t know?"

Vanessa scoffed. "We were the hottest duo back then. How could she not know? She ran the company—she had to be aware of her own artists!"

She still believed Natalie had sent those elders after her.

But Harrison hesitated. That was Natalie’s transitional period—she was handing over management. "I can’t say for sure she was paying attention to me then."

Still, part of him wanted to believe Vanessa. "Everyone shipped us. She must have known, right?"

"Evelyn’s acting isn’t bad," someone lied through their teeth, watching her raw, unpolished performance. It was pure emotion—zero technique.

Since the live mic was off, only visuals transmitted. The cameras focused solely on Harrison and Vanessa, catching her near-meltdown and his visible distress.

It only made things look worse for them.

Backstage, Maxwell scrambled to contact Preston and Donovan, desperate to get Harrison and Vanessa offstage to strategize damage control.

But what difference would it make?

If Evelyn and Julian dared claim this was the truth without proof, Maxwell could always sue.

In the hospital room, Sophia—like the rest of the Blackwoods—already had an idea of the truth from Evelyn’s thoughts. But watching her and Julian’s performance was still electrifying. Even Harrison’s lawyer sat frozen, forgetting to work.

Natalie, lying in bed, stared at the screen.

"That’s right… What did I do wrong? They were the guilty ones. So why am I the one suffering?"

Meanwhile, the final act began.