Secret Wife Real Billionaire (by Ela) novel Chapter 303

The photo left Vivian speechless, her anxiety palpable. Her heart pounded as she gripped the photograph, her fingers trembling so much that the edges crumpled under the pressure.

Marcelo had tasked Wyatt with uncovering the origins of the rumor, leading to the discovery of Vivian’s involvement.

Given her unique status, Wyatt approached the situation with caution, seeking guidance. "Marcelo, how should we proceed?"

Marcelo decided, "Issue a denial on KM Group's official T*****r. No, better yet, I'll handle it personally. Set up a new account for me."

He intended to set the record straight under his own name, marking a departure from his usual preference for traditional communication methods.

Wyatt nodded, a hint of surprise on his face at Marcelo’s modern approach, and left to carry out the instructions.

The lounge, a modest space of 20 square meters, became the backdrop for a tense moment between Marcelo and Vivian.

Vivian’s anxiety mounted under his silent gaze, feeling as though she was on trial.

“Marcelo, the woman behind this is a friend who's supported me in the past. She thought some shocking news would draw attention and asked for my help, so I... I helped her," she stammered between sobs.

“Marcelo, I realize now how disruptive my actions were. I'm sorry if they've upset you," she pleaded, hoping for his understanding.

Marcelo, growing weary of her excuses yet maintaining a calm demeanor, interrupted, "Vivian, I'm not angry at you."

His reassurance caught her off guard.

"Really?" she inquired, a flicker of hope in her eyes.

“Yes," he confirmed, "but Renee is angry at me."

Vivian’s brief relief was shattered by this revelation, leaving her momentarily frozen.

Was Marcelo confronting her because Renee had expressed her displeasure to him?

“Marcelo, you've always been indifferent to gossip. Even when rumors of us circulated, you paid them no mind. I assumed this wouldn't bother you either." She tried to pin the problem on his unexpected reaction, aiming to absolve herself of guilt.

Wyatt approached Marcelo with a phone in hand. "Look! I've set up a new T*****r account for you," he announced, offering the device to Marcelo, who nodded his thanks and began to navigate the unfamiliar digital landscape with a hint of reluctance.

The bright colors and myriad icons on the screen made Marcelo furrow his brow in confusion.

Wyatt, sensing an opportunity, encouraged him, "Marcelo, the internet can be quite the resource. Why not explore a bit?"

As Wyatt showed him how to post online, Marcelo responded with a lack of enthusiasm, "I'm not really interested."

But when Wyatt mentioned that Renee became a topic of conversation on T*****r, Marcelo’s attention sharpened, and he paused, fingers hovering over the keyboard.

Wyatt watched, convinced that this might spark Marcelo’s interest in the platform.

When he refreshed the page, a new post appeared, clear and direct: "Marcelo King: 'I am married. My wife's surname is Hudson.'"

Wyatt couldn't hide his smile, believing this straightforward declaration might just make Marcelo a more engaged participant in the digital world.