Chapter 511
When Davina’s eyes met Barnard’s furious glare, a flicker of panic crossed her face, but she quickly doubled down, wailing for the cameras. “My life is so miserable! Barnard, you promised you loved me the most! How could you change your mind so fast?! I left my hometown and gave up everything to follow you here! And for what?! It’s all because of this woman! She seduced you, didn’t she?! I’m exposing her today! I want everyone to see her true colors p>
The chaotic noise made Barnard’s head pound. “I already made our relationship crystal clear to you. What kind of stunt are you pulling now p>
“Barnard, I am your wife! When we got married, it was front-page news back in Cabinda! Now you’re trying to cut me off just for this woman? It’s not fair! Look, everyone! These are our engagement photos! And photos from our wedding! I am his wife, and he’s tossing me aside for another woman! I demand justice p>
She had thought long and hard after leaving his office. Barnard promised her money as long as she stayed out of his way, but he refused to give her a legitimate title. If he ever managed to win Camilla back and bring her home, Camilla could kick her out onto the streets, and she would have no legal recourse.
Her only move was to blow the scandal wide open and force his hand. She knew how much upper-class men cared about their public image. To save face, Barnard would be forced to acknowledge her, just like his father had done. It would enrage him, but she had no other choice. If she proved she was his wife in front of the media, he wouldn’t be able to easily dump her.
“Mr. Carter, are the allegations true p>
“Mr. Carter, are you abandoning the woman who stayed with you through your lowest points now that you’ve struck it rich p>
“Mr. Carter, don’t you have a guilty conscience p>
The reporters swarmed, forming a tight circle around him. Bound to his wheelchair, Barnard was completely trapped. Davina’s theatrical weeping rang in his ears, stripping away whatever microscopic shred of sympathy he had left for her. All he felt now was utter repulsion.
As the aggressive questions continued, Barnard finally snapped. “Have you lost your mind?! Are you ever going to tell them the truth p>
Davina froze, her fake tears stalling.
Barnard turned to the cameras. “This woman is my nanny. She’s delusional. She photoshopped these pictures to frame me. She claims to be my wife? Why don’t you ask her to produce a marriage certificate p>
The engagement photos she was holding were heavily edited, the faces blurred and manipulated almost beyond recognition. Prompted by Barnard, the reporters zoomed in on the photos, their expressions turning skeptical.
Davina stood paralyzed, staring at Barnard as if struck by lightning. She couldn’t believe he was stripping her of every ounce of dignity in public. He called her a nanny! He used to treat her like a queen, and now he was degrading her on camera!
The media instantly pivoted their microphones toward her.
“Ma’am, is this true? Did you orchestrate this because you became obsessed with your employer p>
“No! I told you, I am his wife! He’s lying to protect that woman!” she shrieked, losing whatever composure she had left.
Barnard scoffed loudly. “Are you kidding me? Look at your age. Do you honestly think I would ever marry an old woman like you p>
His patience was gone. He didn’t care about their history or any past gratitude. He delivered the cruelest blow imaginable.
All the color drained from Davina’s face, and her knees buckled. He used to swear her age didn’t matter. Now, he was weaponizing it against her. He truly wanted to destroy her.
Venom flashed in her eyes. “You didn’t say that before. Why don’t you listen to what you used to tell me p>
She pulled out her phone and hit play on an audio recording.
Barnard’s voice echoed from the speaker: “Davina, you have to believe me. You’re the only one I’ve ever loved all these years.