Chapter 11%
Sylvie stood at the crowd’s edge, her face drained of color, pale as snow. She finally found her voice. “It’s not true. Solomon is…”
But she never got to finish. Brynn’s eyes sliced through her like knives.%
He turned coldly to the security guards and ordered, “Take her away. Keep an eye on her. Don’t let her spout another word.”
The guards moved without hesitation, stepping forward to cover Sylvie’s mouth and drag her off.
She struggled helplessly, her tears spilling like broken pearls. But Brynn didn’t spare her so much as a glance.
Solomon saw it all, and the next second, his sobs erupted like thunder.
He broke free from the nanny’s arms and bolted toward Brynn, hurling himself at his legs. His tiny fists beat against him as he cried, “You’re bad! You bullied my mom!“%
“I don’t want you to be my daddy anymore! You’re a big liar!“2
Brynn’s temples pulsed violently, breath tightening with every second.
He loathed noise, and Solomon’s shrill cries pierced straight into his skull, each one sharper than the last. His vision darkened at the edges.
Sylvie caught the storm rising in his eyes and hurriedly cried, “Baby, be good! Come to Mommy, quickly!“Z Solomon froze, caught between anger and trust, then turned and ran back into his mother’s arms.
Brynn cast Sylvie a look of pure disdain before turning away.
In his eyes, everything that had happened tonight was her doing.
Sylvie barely held her composure as she pulled Solomon into a quiet corner.
Meanwhile, Brynn stood frozen, clutching his phone like a lifeline.&
He had already scrolled through my Instagram post a hundred times, each photo cutting deeper than the last, sharp as glass.
His fingers trembled as he kept opening my WhatsApp, dialing, hanging up, dialing again, only to hang up once more, and I never picked up.
He finally turned and stumbled toward the door, his breath shallow, his mind a whirlwind.
But just as he stepped over the threshold, a sharp crack split the air above the hall.
On instinct, he looked up; a massive white balloon had burst, and the air began to rain.
Not snow. Not confetti.
Photos.
They fluttered down like ash after a fire.
He stood rooted to the spot, watching the snapshots swirl to the ground.§
Guests who had been preparing to leave hesitated, heads tilting in confusion.
They bent down, picked up the photos, and gasps rippled through the room.
This..”
“Isn’t this President..?%
“Wait, isn’t that Sylvie?“%
“Oh my God, these are insane…”
Brynn’s heart clenched as his eyes darted across the floor, one photo.
Then another?
And in each one, his soul drained a little more.
There he was, holding Sylvie in his arms, kissing her!
One showed her asleep in his car, curled into him.
Another, the two crammed in a tent, a secret moment beneath the stars.
One had her pressed against his office window, and the last, her in my bedroom, wearing my pajamas, wrapped tightly in Brynn’s arms.
Each photo was a raw, glaring betrayal.S
The timestamps spanned seven years, each image scattered, fragmented, but they pieced together a truth that was impossible to deny
Brynn’s face drained of all color%
The room buzzed with gasps and whispers as phones clicked, capturing the damning evidence.
“My God President’s been with Sylvie all this time.”
“Did his wife post that certificate out of spite or because she truly gave up?“#
These photos go way back. This is cheating on a whole new level_“$
Bryn’s roar shattered the tension.
“Take them down! Every single one, clean it up now!
His staff scrambled, but how could they possibly gather them all?s
The photos swirled through the air like fallen leaves in a storm, relentless, chaotic, everywhere.3
10:56 AM
Sylvie finally saw what was on the floor.
Her breath hitched, and her body froze, rigid, as if struck by lightning.
“No, no, this can’t be happening…”
