My Fiancée Turned Me Into a Scandal Chapter 2

When I opened my eyes again, the hospital room was packed with reporters.

Sean was there, too. He held a microphone, ready to interview me.

The constant flashes made it impossible to keep my eyes open.

Sophia hurried over and leaned down beside me. She whispered, "They're all here to interview you. Just answer their questions, and it'll be over soon."

I lay in the hospital bed while every reporter in the room looked at me with contempt.

My body was exposed to the cameras for everyone to see.

I grabbed the cup beside me and hurled it at the door. It shattered, sending glass flying across the floor.

"Get out! I'm not giving any interviews!"

Sean quickly ushered the reporters out, then sat down beside my bed.

"We're doing this for your own good. Trust me. Once the story comes out, everyone will know you're innocent."

I couldn't believe that the person I trusted the most would force me to reveal my wounds and watch while everyone judged me.

It felt like someone had torn a hole straight through my chest.

I ripped the IV from my arm and shoved him away with all my strength.

Sean stumbled backward and fell into the medical cart. His white shirt quickly stained red.

Glass scattered across the floor.

"Sean!"

Sophia instinctively rushed to him and scanned him for injuries. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Then, she frowned at me.

"Sean's just trying to help you. He wanted to teach the people who hurt you a lesson. How could you attack him?"

Her words brought back a memory. Once, I'd gotten a tiny cut from a kitchen knife. She panicked and rushed to bandage it herself.

Now, all she cared about was whether Sean was hurt, even though I was covered in injuries.

She gave me a disappointed look before taking Sean to a doctor to treat his injuries.

Meanwhile, one of my wounds had split open. Pain shot through the places where my skin had closed back up.

I collapsed onto the floor as the cameras crowded in on my battered face. Reporters bombarded me with questions.

After the interview, Sean's report quickly went viral.

I, on the other hand, was met with neither justice nor sympathy.

"I knew he was a predator. What kind of person does something like that? He's a disgrace to society!"

"He ruined the victim's reputation, yet he still has the nerve to claim he's innocent. Who's going to believe him?"

"He's a rapist. I hope he rots in hell!"

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My phone was flooded with threatening calls and messages.

I tightened my grip around it.

Meanwhile, Sean and Sophia were being showered with praise at a press conference.

"Mr. Jefferson really lives up to his reputation. He didn't let his relationship with his brother affect his reporting."

"This case wouldn't have gotten this far without Ms. Sullivan's support. Now that predator's finally going to pay for what he did!"

Sean and Sophia stood in front of the cameras, soaking up the praise, while I lay curled up in my hospital bed, afraid to move.

It didn't take long for people online to start shipping them.

"Ms. Sullivan has been secretly funding Mr. Jefferson for five years? She even did it anonymously. That's straight out of a romance novel!"

"Wait, is Mr. Jefferson the man she said she's marrying? That's definitely him in her engagement photos!"

That was when I realized that Sophia was the anonymous benefactor that Sean had fallen for five years ago.

I had even encouraged him to tell her how he felt, hoping he would find someone he truly loved.

I never imagined the two of them would build their future on my blood and bones.

I checked myself out of the hospital and bought a plane ticket.

Before leaving, I stopped by the house Sean had abandoned to collect the stuff I'd left there.

The moment I opened the door, a three-year-old girl came running toward me.

"Daddy!"