Theodore Whitman lay sprawled across his living room floor, feeling lower than he’d ever felt in his life.
Suddenly, his phone shattered the silence of the night.
He leapt up, frantically searching for it.
When he finally fished it out from under the coffee table, he glanced at the caller ID—Jared.
With a sigh, Theodore collapsed back onto the floor, but still answered the call.
“Theo! I need to talk to you—this is urgent!” Jared’s voice crackled with excitement.
Theodore could barely summon the energy to respond. “What is it?”
“What are you even doing right now? Have you checked Twitter? You’re blowing up! Larson Bennett’s post is still trending at the top—everyone’s talking about it! You need to make a statement, fast!”
Larson?
Trending?
Theodore’s mind was a fog. Jared’s words thundered in his ears as he fumbled to open the trending topics on his phone.
Oh. He’d completely forgotten about the whole trending debacle…
“Theo, listen to me: what you need to do right now is post a statement saying you and Emma Bennett have already divorced. That way, no one can say you cheated, and Cici won’t look like the other woman! Theo, for God’s sake, think about the company’s shares! If this doesn’t die down by tomorrow, our stock is going to tank!”
Jared rattled on, not noticing Theodore’s silence on the other end.
“Theo!” he suddenly shouted.
Theodore, who’d been staring at the screen, reading the endless stream of insults directed at him, snapped back to reality. “Yeah?”
“Are you even listening to me?” Jared yelled.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry to everyone. Because of my personal matters, I’ve wasted the public’s attention and caused a negative impact on society. I sincerely apologize. I also want to say sorry to my wife—Emma—I’m sorry for letting you down all these years. I accept any consequences for my actions. Finally, I beg everyone: please stop harassing my wife and her family. All the fault is mine alone. They are the ones who’ve been hurt. They are innocent.
Jared just stared, dumbfounded.
He read it three times before it sank in, then shouted, “Has Theo lost his mind?!”
“W-what?” Cecilia hurried over to look, and her face fell as she read.
“I’m calling him right now!” Jared fumed.
But when he dialed again, Theodore wouldn’t pick up.
Cecilia looked at him, tears streaming down her face. “Theo blames me now. He doesn’t care about me anymore…”
Jared paused, searching for an explanation. “Look, Theo’s just trying to get Emma and Mr. Rossi’s forgiveness, that’s all. He still wants to work with Rossi Corp, so this is the only way he can handle it.”

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