Chapter 313
The moment the reporters reached Carter, they wasted no time. Their questions came sharp, fast, and relentless.
“Mr. Biggs, this woman-Sharon McKinzie-just claimed she’s your ex-wife. Do you know her?”
Carter barely spared Sharon a glance. “No.”
For a split second, there was total silence. Then laughter-loud, mocking-rippled through the crowd.
Every pair of eyes turned to Sharon, dripping with scorn, their gazes sharp as needles.
A circus act, that’s what she was to them now.
“She said it so convincingly. I almost believed she really was Mr. Biggs’s ex-wife. Turns out it’s a joke!”
“Unbelievable. Lying right in front of a police station-she’s not even afraid of getting caught red-handed.”
“Probably one of those wannabe socialites who wish they could be Mrs. Biggs. Hell, maybe she’s hoping we’ll write about it just to get Carter’s attention.”
“Yeah. Any kind of publicity, right? Even this kind of garbage. She’s desperate for it.”
“No wonder she got blacklisted. Shameless.”
Their words came like darts, sharp and poisonous, stabbing into Sharon without mercy.
A reporter smirked. “Sharon, Mr. Biggs says he doesn’t know you. Care to explain?”
Sharon’s tone was light. “I don’t know him very well either.”
The reporter blinked, then laughed. “Oh? Not very well? But just a minute ago, you said you were his wife. Wow, you flip faster than a page in a book.”
Sharon stared straight at him. “I said at the time. Not now. We’re divorced. We’re strangers now. Naturally… there’s no reason to
be familiar.”
The crowd broke into laughter.
Not a single person believed her.
To them, she was either desperate for fame… or desperate for a man. Maybe both.
Off to the side, Nate had his livestream running, camera pointed straight at Sharon.
In the past few days, under his careful manipulation, negative press about Sharon had flooded every corner of the internet.
Any comment defending her? Deleted.
Any post linking her to Carter? Vanished-whether by his orders or by someone else who understood the unspoken rules.
His livestream chat was nothing but a barrage of vicious and relentless insults.
Some people even dragged up the old car accident scandal as if they’d never heard the truth that came after. Like they were willfully blind to anything that didn’t fit the narrative.
Sharon watched the sneering faces. She knew-right now, no matter how clearly she spoke, no matter how many times she explained, it would only make things worse.
The more she talked, the uglier it would get.
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Her brow furrowed slightly. She didn’t want to waste another second on these people.
But as she stepped forward, the crowd shifted, blocking her path.
“Sharon, where you going?”
“Yeah, leaving already? You haven’t explained yourself.”
Sharon’s voice dropped, cold as steel. “What are you trying to do? Block my way in front of a police station? Planning to break the law?”
The reporters sneered, unfazed. “Oh, come on now. Don’t turn it around on us. You were the one pretending to be Mr. Biggs’s wife right here at the police station. If the cops show up… looks like we’re all in trouble, huh?”
They pressed closer, like a wall of flesh and cameras, sealing her in with no way out.
Then her gaze drifted-past the lenses, past the laughter-to a figure standing quietly just beyond the crowd.
Carter.
His expression was unreadable-half amusement, half something colder. His lips curved slightly.
And then, soundlessly, he mouthed the words, “Beg me and I’ll save you.”
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