Maxwell cracked open his eyes, thin lips parting to release a swirl of pale smoke that mingled with
his breath. The living room was dark, unlit save for the streemp light seeping in through the floor-
to-ceiling windows. The already dim room was further obscured by the curling smoke, blurring his
vision.
His Adam''s apple bobbed as a grunt escaped him as a reply. After hanging up the phone, Christ
promptly sent over the original draft of the news article.
He stared at his phone in the dark. The screen was a bit of an eyesore, but Maxwell couldn''t be
bothered to turn on the lights. He made do, squinting through the text even though his smart home
would have sprung to life with just a few taps on the smart control app, swapping out of WhatsApp.
Sure enough, the snap of Rosemary raising her hand to strike Victoria had been caught on camera.
But it only showed her arm in motion - no aftermath. The article''s lines dripped with sympathy for
Victoria, insinuating that Rosemary was nothing but a domineering brat. It even dredged up the old
news about the hotel rendezvous, suggesting that Mrs. Templeton had climbed her way into her
position by sleeping her way up.
Thenguage was tactful, but Maxwell knew this draft was just a feeler. If he didn''t make a peep,
tomorrow''s piece would be sharper, more cutting.
Christ called at the perfect moment, "Mr. Templeton, ready to publish?"
Maxwell''s fingers tapped idly on the armrest of the couch. The harsh glow from his phone cast his
chiseled features and short hair into stark relief, shadows pooling in his eyes - a deep, dark abyss,
"What do you think, that she forced her way into the Mrs. Templeton title by sleeping her way up?"
Christ was silent; he didn’t dare respond for he was unsure of Maxwell''s stance.
He''d harbored such thoughts too, having worked alongside Mrs. Templeton for over two years.
Maxwell''s attitude towards her hadn''t gone unnoticed; anyone with half an eye could see he wasn''t
her biggest fan.
But considering Maxwell''s asional cryptic behaviortely, things might not be as straightforward
as they seemed.
Maxwell didn''t fault him for his silence. His voice, raspy yet tinged with an ambiguous chuckle,
sounded again, "The one who orchestrated the shotgun wedding was actually me."
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Christ was floored. He couldn''t tell if Mr. Templeton was dishing out the real tea or just cueing in the
narrative he wanted to see in the news.
Either way, he got the message loud and clear.
"I''ll have them revise it straightaway."
"And the journalist who wrote this," Maxwell paused for effect, "I don''t want to see him in this
industry again."
Christplied, "Understood."
He didn''t feel sorry for the journalist. If the guy hadn''t been trying to suck up, anyone with brains
would''ve steered clear of stirring the pot on such a topic. Regardless of Mr. Templeton''s feelings,
she was Mrs. Templeton. And no matter how favored Ms. Temple might be, even with her ex status,
she was now the other woman.
The next day, Rosemary''s jaw dropped as soon as she unlocked her phone to find lovey-dovey
news about her and Maxwell. The photo showed them hand in hand, smiling for an interview. She
closed the app, opened her browser, and there it was, "The Templeton Group CEO reveals secret
wife, admits he was the one who forced marriage." She switched apps, and the same story popped
up everywhere.
Ynda''s call came just as Rosemary was reeling, her voice a mix of shock and gossipy glee,
"Rosemary, what''s the deal? You''re not divorcing Maxwell? I wake up, check my phone, and bam,
your official announcement is everywhere. Talk about a plot twist!"
Rosemaryy t, staring at the ceiling with the look of someone who''d lost all hope, "Would you
believe me if I said I didn''t even know?"
Silence from Ynda for half a minute, "Has he finally realized what he''s got and is now chasing
after you?"
"Probably not. More like Hogan knocked some sense into himst night."
"Hogan?"
Rosemary, irked, sat up abruptly, "That jerk. Just to keep me from dining with Hogan, he''s digging a
pit for me on purpose."
The photo was fromst night''s auction, with the article gushing about their marital bliss, not a
mention of Victoria.
Given the media''s shameless thirst for clicks, they wouldn''t pass up on a juicy scoop like that for
nothing. A mother-inw defending her daughter-inw and publicly tearing into the mistress -what
a clickbait headline! But not a word.
No need to guess - Maxwell''s handiwork, clear as day.
"Why''s he gotta be such a jerk? He can cuddle up with Victoria all he wants, but the moment I have
dinner ns with a friend, he pulls this stunt."
With her face stered all over the news, anyone who so much as nced at a newsfeed would
recognize her. Now, any private meal with Hogan would be tainted by this trending topic; given his
reputation for being a little too open-minded, what would people say?
Ynda, out of the loop onst night''s drama, cut in, "Wait, wait, Hogan? That guy who''d hang
around your university gates, that unfortunate soul? You ran into him and made dinner ns?"
Rosemary glossed over the details of the previous night.
"Go for it." Ynda eximed, pping her thigh, "I''lle over and do your makeup. I swear,
even your dad won''t recognize you."
She almost slipped and said “mom”. Back in the day, she was the number one shipper of Rosemary
and that unfortunate soul. Too bad Rosemary was clueless about Hogan''s feelings.
Even though one''s married and the other''s current romantic inclination was unknown, a meal was
still on the table, right? At least it would soothe the heart of a broken shipper like her.
Rosemary demurred, "Forget it."
She didn''t want to drag Hogan into this mess. She had agreed to dinner thinking it would be nice to
catch up after years, but now.
If this dinner was going to cause him unnecessary trouble, it was better to just let it be.
"Just you wait, I''m on my way. Maxwell doesn''t want you to grab a bite with Hogan, but we''re gonna
do it anyway just to spite him."
With that, the call ended.
It would take Ynda over half an hour to drive over, so Rosemary decided to head downstairs for
some breakfast.
As she opened her door, she was greeted by two towering men standing at the door, decked out in
uniform ck suits and overcoats, standing like a pair of imposing guardians.
Rosemary frowned, "What are you two doing here?"
She had a hunch who was behind this, but she asked anyway.
One of the men turned around, "Mrs. Templeton, the boss has instructed us to ensure your safety."
"Ensure my safety?" Rosemary let out a scoff, her voice rising with a sharp edge, "Are you here to
protect me, or to keep tabs on me?"