After I Stopped Loving Him, He Lost His Mind - Chapter 5

The next day, photos of Jack and Emily kissing in a public square were splashed across the front page of every entertainment news outlet.

It was the first time Jack had been caught in such an intimate moment. Previously, the most the tabloids had captured was him holding hands with someone.

Even when his parents called to assure me that they’d “teach Jack a lesson,” I couldn’t bring myself to care anymore.

Journalists had been camped outside the house since morning, hoping to dig up something juicy. Jack had always been a symbol of wealth and prestige, the golden boy of a powerful family.

Handsome, rich, and notoriously unfaithful, he was a tabloid magnet.

I stood by the floor–to–ceiling windows, staring at the cameras and microphones aimed at my front door. The sight filled me with disgust.

Even after I had security try to clear them away, they persisted like vultures, desperate for a story.

It had been the same when Chloe got married. It was the same when I did.

I didn’t have the patience to deal with them anymore.

Changing into something more presentable, I prepared to leave, flanked by my ever–protective housekeeper, who hovered over me like a mother hen shielding her chick.

The moment I stepped outside, the swarm of reporters closed in, ignoring the efforts of security guards trying to hold them back.

They didn’t care about the damage they caused, as long as they got their story.

It was exactly this kind of relentless harassment that had driven my mother to her death.

Just as I was about to get into the car, a man grabbed my sleeve.

“Mrs. Sullivan,” he shouted, “what’s your response to the photos of your husband kissing another woman?”

The self–righteous look on his face made me laugh. I turned to him, my voice dripping with mockery.

“Let me ask you this–what gives you the audacity to interrogate the victim here?”

“What?” he stammered, caught off guard.

“Are you trying to frame me as the villain who’s standing in the way of their ‘true love‘?”

His expression twisted, but he pressed on, his tone sharp and accusatory.

“But isn’t it true that you and Mr. Sullivan have been living separately? A loveless marriage is just a burden on both parties, isn’t it?”

I smirked at him, my eyes cold.

“So, what you’re saying is that Emily is Jack’s true love, and I should step aside for them? Who are you to decide that? Are you one of Emily’s friends?”

“Our marriage is none of your business,” I continued, my voice steady and cutting. “What gives you the right to judge it? Jack’s infidelity? Or Emily’s willingness to be the other woman?”

“You’re just being unreasonable,” he shot back, emboldened. “You’ve been clinging to the title of Mrs. Sullivan, refusing to let go. Isn’t that selfish?”

“Then tell Jack to divorce me,” I snapped, my voice sharp as a blade. “And as for you–I’ll be holding you accountable for this harassment.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

Even as my head throbbed and my vision blurred from the pain, I refused to let it show.

Pausing before getting into the car, I reached forward and grabbed the man’s press badge, studying the name printed on it. My voice turned icy.

“Joshua Blair, huh? Funny. Same last name as Emily.”