I Married My Ex's Billionaire Father

Lyse folded her arms and turned to Levi with a scornful smile. "So I am supposed to believe that Sutton and Anya did all of this?" She demanded, "how convenient, why should I believe you?" Levi looked at her wordlessly and put on the television. The flickering television screen cast an eerie glow on Lyse’s face, her eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity at the sight that was playing out.

Anya, her voice trembling slightly, was addressing the cameras, her carefully crafted facade of innocence crumbling before the world.

"I lied," Anya confessed, her gaze fixed on the camera, a chilling sincerity in her voice. "I fabricated the entire story about Levi having an affair with me. I was jealous, consumed by bitterness after he left me for Lyse Spade. I wanted to hurt him, to destroy his happiness and relationship. I just never imagined it would escalate to this point."

Lyse felt a wave of nausea wash over her. The truth, so brutally and publicly exposed, felt like a physical blow. Levi had been right all along. Anya, had actually orchestrated this entire charade, painting him as a unrepentant playboy.

"I am truly sorry for the pain and suffering I have caused," Anya continued, her voice cracking. "I understand that my actions have had devastating consequences. I take full responsibility for my lies and all the damage they have inflicted." ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novᴇlfire.net

After a long pause, she swallowed and continued. "I most especially want to apologize to Levi and his lovely wife, I wish you both a lot of happiness."

The camera zoomed in on Anya’s face, capturing the raw emotion, the remorse etched on her features. It was impossible to deny the sincerity of her apology. Yet, a nagging doubt lingered in Lyse’s mind. Was this genuine remorse, or was it merely an act, a carefully calculated performance designed to salvage her reputation?

Meanwhile, at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, Anya hobbled along the road, tired and sweaty, her designer heels in her hands while she hoped that someone would go by and give her a ride. She did not have her phone so she could not call a taxi service and Levi had ensured that there was no one to take her back.

Everyone had gotten into buses, leaving her behind. She had failed and screamed to no avail, and when she realized that they were really not returning for her, she had started to walk.

Fortunately for her, a car came passing by and she was able to make her way back into the city, to her hotel room. There she sat slumped on the sofa, her face pale and drawn. The television, muted, displayed her tearful confession to the world. She had never felt so humiliated, so utterly defeated.