He Cheated I Rose: Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 375

**TITLE: A Promise Hidden in the Quiet Rain by Adrian Hale**
**Chapter 375: A Violent Lunge**

14:38, Tuesday, December 16

In an instant, Monique sprang to her feet, her heart pounding with fury and desperation. She lunged at Chloe, her hands outstretched like claws, intent on shoving her down the unforgiving stairs of the stage. This was it; she would drag this insufferable woman down with her, even if it meant sacrificing everything she had left.

“Go to hell!” Monique spat, her voice a venomous hiss that cut through the air.

“Chloe!” Arthur’s voice thundered from below the stage, instinctively rising in alarm. He moved as if to rush forward, his protective instincts ignited.

“Arthur!” Jennifer reacted with lightning speed, her small hands gripping his arm tightly, anchoring him in place.

“Chloe!” Arthur called out again, his desperation palpable, yet his voice was swallowed by the cacophony of gasps and murmurs from the crowd, a collective intake of breath that echoed through the auditorium.

In that chaotic moment, as Monique launched herself toward Chloe, Scott found himself the closest to the unfolding drama. He recognized her intent far too late, his body reacting in a futile attempt to intercept her, but he was simply not quick enough.

Just as Monique was about to collide with Chloe, something remarkable happened. With barely a flicker of movement, Chloe reached out and caught Monique’s wrist with a grip that felt like iron.

Then, with a swift and precise twist, she applied pressure.

“Ah!” Monique screamed, the sound raw and filled with shock as her forward momentum was abruptly halted, forcing her down onto her knees before Chloe. A sharp, numbing pain radiated through her captured arm, leaving her momentarily disoriented.

Monique’s gaze shot upward, wide with horror. Was this some kind of sorcery? How could a mere touch from Chloe render her utterly powerless?

“Monique, you venomous creature! You never learn!” Scott charged forward, his outrage boiling over as he slapped her hard across the face. The force of the blow sent Monique sprawling to the side, her hand instinctively flying to her stinging cheek, struggling to comprehend the depth of her humiliation.

Dazed and reeling, her eyes wandered to where Ernesto stood in the crowd below. He had been embroiled in a confrontation with reporters just moments ago, and now, his face bore scratches and blood, a portrait of utter disgrace. He stood there, a figure of disappointment, looking at her with an expression that made her stomach churn.

When their eyes met, Monique felt a jolt of realization—a flash of pure disgust flickered in Ernesto’s gaze. Alongside it, there was resentment, a bitter acknowledgment of their failed scheme. But any remnants of the affection he had once professed were conspicuously absent.

He looked at her as if she were nothing more than a stranger.

Love?

Hadn’t he always whispered sweet nothings, promising her a grand wedding, a life of bliss?

“I… We didn’t… That wasn’t us. The video is fake,” Carolyn stammered, her voice trembling as she desperately tried to salvage the situation. “Dad, listen to me! It’s a deepfake. With technology today, you can make anything look real. Please, don’t believe it!”

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