Marrying Without My Eight-Year Boyfriend Knowing novel Chapter 19

Alex's job was one my family helped him secure; he likes to boast about his talent, but he was unemployed for two years. And I, too foolish to see through him, actually fell for his sweet words. I begged my family to use their connections to get him into this company. If he doesn’t appreciate it, then he doesn’t deserve it.

“Hello, Mr. Thomas.” I greeted him sweetly. Mr. Thomas, seeing me, warmly invited me to sit and offered tea.

“Here to see Alex? Oh, he’s not in today,” he said.

Smiling, I replied, “Not exactly.” Gently tucking a stray hair behind my ear, I put on my most composed, graceful look. “I just wanted to let you know that Alex won’t be able to work overtime tonight.”

As Mr. Thomas looked puzzled, I pulled out a small speaker and played a pre-recorded video of Alex’s passionate moments with his mistress. The sounds quickly silenced the entire office. I offered an apology to everyone present.

"Sorry, everyone. Alex is busy cheating and won’t be able to make it in for overtime. I’m here to apologize on his behalf for the inconvenience."

As I finished, my cousin appeared and set up a large poster board at the office entrance, featuring blown-up photos and screenshots of Alex’s chats. The first gasp of shock triggered a wave of murmurs around the room. I turned to Mr. Thomas, bowed slightly, and said, “Apologies for the trouble today.”

Waving it off, he replied, “You’ve been wronged. I’ve known your father for years—rest assured, I’ll make sure you get justice.”

I managed a few tears for sympathy, wiping them off as soon as I left.

My cousin asked carefully, “What’s next?”

I tied up my hair, smiling. We drove straight to the mistress’s apartment complex. My invited friends were already there, ready to go, spreading out and hanging banners and posters around the neighborhood. The lead volunteer pulled out a loudspeaker and began, “Alex Wright, Emily Hill, may you two cheaters be blessed with a long life and many children.”

Soon, people poked their heads out of windows, and my phone started buzzing with calls. I blocked Alex’s number and then sent photos of the scene to the family group chat.

Me: Busy matchmaking. All is well.

Mom: Be safe, and let your cousin stay with you.

Cousin: Already on site.

“Ophelia, how dare you slander me in my work chat? I’m going to sue you!”

“You old woman! What’s so great about you? Just your rich family! You trample all over others' dignity—no one would ever want a venomous woman like you! Get ready to die alone!”

Old and venomous—I smiled as I scrolled through the parent group chat, watching the two of them unravel.

Parent: Emily, a teacher??? How is this woman even allowed to teach?

Parent: Disgusting. How can a morally corrupt person like her get hired? This school has serious issues.

Parent: This is the person looking after my kid every day?? Imagine what she’s teaching them!

Parent: Principal, fire her now!

Parent: Yes! Tomorrow we’re all going to the school—we need answers!