I Walked Into Her Wedding With a USB Drive: The Smeared CEO's Comeback Novel

Chapter 8 When backed against a wall , people either rebuild themselves or break . Lauren chose to break . Buried under the crushing weight of the judgment , she spiraled into ruin , a public pariah , a social exile . She never once looked inward . Instead , she funneled all her fury and failure onto me . In her mind , I was the architect of her destruction , and that belief curdled into obsession . After a few months of silence , whispers about me resurfaced online . The same old accusations : that I was leveraging power and money to blacklist her , using shadowy influence to keep her down .

It was the same playbook , likely from the same handful of anonymous accounts . But the internet had moved on . This time , the crowd turned on her before I even lifted a finger . " Lauren Mitchell again ? Is she ever going to stop ? " " Claims without proof are just noise . " " You expect us to believe someone on the national credit blacklist ? Give me a break . " posts wer The flagged and removed within hours , drowning in collective disdain . With the digital world closed to her , she brought the fight to my doorstep .

She showed up at our company's new address , demanding to see me , shouting that it was personal . " I want to see Jessica Shaw ! Tell her to get out here ! " She tried to shove past the reception desk , but the attendant and security stepped forward , blocking her way . " Ma'am , without an appointment , you cannot enter . " " Out of my way ! This is between me and her ! " She was screaming in the lobby now , her voice echoing off the marble floors , shouting curses , wishing me dead . " Jessica Shaw ! You vindictive bitch ! You ruined me ! I hope you burn in hell !

" I listened from my office , unmoved . I didn't go down . I simply had security call the authorities . The police came , identified her , and issued a stern , formal warning . One more incident , and she'd be detained . Chapter 8 88.89 % Undeterred , she tried my home next . But she never made it past the front gate . I'd upgraded security , and the building management was on alert . For two days , she lingered outside the complex like a restless ghost , before finally fading away . I heard she reached out to her parents . I heard the shame she brought them was unbearable .

The debt she owed was theirs now , too , a financial and social anchor dragging them down . Eventually , they took the extreme step so many broken families do : they filed a public notice of disownment , severing all legal ties . She was utterly alone . And because she persisted harassing , defying the court order , Vivian and the others pursued enforcement . A judge signed a detention order . This time , when they took her away warning . She wouldn't be coming back out anytime soon . it wasn't a Much later , a grainy photo surfaced on a local community forum .

In a dim corner , a woman in soiled clothes , hair matted and greasy , was hunched on a curb , chewing on a cold fast - food burger . Someone zoomed in , and the recognition was instant : Lauren Mitchell . The contrast with her gleaming wedding - day portrait was jarring . The comments underneath were a mix of hollow pity and blunt judgment : She made her bed . A colleague showed me the picture . I glanced at it . I felt nothing . I was already deep into the company's next venture . Her story was no longer mine .

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