Chapter 547
Chapter 547:
Leonino followed with a shake of his head, still amused.
He didn’t know all the details—he’d been overseas when the whole “pretty boy” drama unfolded—but his curiosity had clearly been piqued. “So, what’s the deal with this ‘pretty boy’ he keeps whining about?” he asked, lifting a brow.
Dorian barked, eyes wide with disbelief, “Are you out of your mind too? Thinking Helena would fall for anyone other than Alden p>
Tension had always simmered between Dorian and Leonino—mostly thanks to Valeria.
Dorian shot Leonino a sneer, then bragged, “Please, Helena and Alden are just a notch behind Valeria and me when it comes to love. Even if the world ended, those two wouldn’t betray each other. Same with Valeria and me—betrayal doesn’t exist in our vocabulary p>
Leonino just shook his head, half-exasperated, half-amused. Fortunately, Alden remembered the “favor” of having his hearing restored. With a calm voice, he stepped in to clear the air.
Leonino finally understood the whole situation. Meanwhile, Dorian was already mentally replaying the moment when Zayden would be dealt a blow by reality—his pride crumbling, humiliated and stunned.
After Helena’s family background was exposed, her popularity kept soaring. Even more impressively, she was the first to break the news that Alden was still alive, creating a viral media wave. Her journalistic value skyrocketed, and so did her standing in the industry.
So, when a high-profile media summit was just a few days away, the organizers sent Helena a formal invitation—as a rising star in broadcast news. She was thrilled.
She rushed home to share the news with Alden, only to pause mid-step. Sitting on the table was another envelope—with a sleek design, its gold accents catching the light.
Curious, she opened it. It was another media summit invitation—this one for Alden. But the invite didn’t just mention him. It read clearly: Mr. and Mrs. Wilson. They were both invited, as a couple. It caught her completely off guard.
Alden caught her reaction immediately. “What’s wrong? Don’t want to go?” he asked.
Unsure how to explain, Helena wordlessly handed him her own invitation—the one sent specifically to her as a respected journalist, not as his wife.
𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙩
The moment Alden’s eyes landed on it, he understood.
She had always wanted to make her mark by merit, not by marriage. That was why she’d kept their relationship a secret for so long—so the title of “Mrs. Wilson” wouldn’t overshadow her achievements.
Now, with their relationship publicized against their will, the only reason she was still functioning in her career was the convenient rumor—that she was entangled with some mystery “toy boy.” Public perception believed Alden would dump her any day now. No one truly saw her as Mrs. Wilson—yet. If they showed up at the summit together—side by side, united—it would crush every whisper of divorce.
And with it, the title of Mrs. Wilson would stick. For good.
Alden wanted that. Desperately. He wanted with every fiber of his being to appear beside her as her husband, her partner, her one and only.