Chapter 330

If the real wife were to step forward herself, then Anastasia-the so-called
“homewrecker” trying to seduce someone else’s husband-would be ruined even more thoroughly…
Suddenly, Helen’s phone buzzed. She glanced down-it was a message from the “housekeeper” she’d hired for a tidy sum.
Her stand-in was doing a fine job. Just picturing Anastasia’s imminent fall from grace filled Helen with satisfaction, so she quickly sent over the rest of the payment.
Helen hadn’t given a second thought to hiring a temp actor to play the big shot’s wife’s housekeeper. After all, the man really was married; if anyone suspected the housekeeper was fake, a quick check would confirm he was indeed wed. Who would question whether the housekeeper was truly from the real wife?
As soon as the online forum exploded with gossip, Maggie and Juliet heard about it.
Sandra tried to keep her cool, but Maggie and Juliet were furious as they scrolled through the twisted, slanderous posts.
They immediately tried to call Anastasia to warn her about what was happening.
They all knew Anastasia was Harrison’s legal wife. They had no idea where this so-called “housekeeper of the real wife” had come from, but claims about affairs and secret arrangements were downright lies!
But to their shock, call after call went unanswered-Anastasia wasn’t picking up. Juliet didn’t have Harrison’s contact info, either.
Maggie refreshed the forum, her hands shaking with anger as she typed out a defense: explaining that Anastasia was the real wife-there was no affair, no secret mistress, it was all fabricated!
But the moment her post went up, she was immediately swarmed by attackers. Jealous strangers and Shirley’s hired trolls were desperate to drag Anastasia through the mud-there was no chance anyone would believe the truth.
[Here comes the pet canary’s burner account!]
[Laughable! Funniest thing I’ve heard all year! The real wife? Who does Anastasia think she is?]
[When someone tried to claim she was the real wife before, I thought it was delusional. How much nerve does it take to say something like that?]
[If she’s so righteous, why doesn’t she come out and explain it herself? Don’t disappear the moment she hears the real wife is sending someone over!]
[Ha! Bet she’s hiding now, scared the wife’s people will catch her red-handed.]
Juliet wasn’t naive; she quickly caught on that they were dealing with a mob of internet trolls. It was pointless to argue in the forum-no one wanted the truth.
They needed to find Anastasia in person.
“We’ll go to her apartment,” Juliet said through gritted teeth, barely containing her anger. Get full chapters from.net
“Yeah, let’s go-together.”
At the apartment, Anastasia was still asleep. When Logan knocked softly on the bedroom door, she stirred slightly, her delicate brow furrowing.
Harrison’s body reacted before his mind did his broad palm gently covered her ear, muffling the sound.
He soothed her like a child, softly patting her back until her expression relaxed and her frown smoothed out. Only then did he ease his hand away.
Carefully, he slipped out of bed, replacing himself with a pillow in her arms.
She murmured her discontent at the change, lips pouting as she nuzzled the pillow with her cheek. But when she caught the familiar, comforting scent, she finally settled down.
Standing there, Harrison couldn’t help the small, fleeting smile that tugged at his lips, his eyes softening with a tenderness he rarely showed.
He quietly opened the bedroom door and stepped out.
“What is it?” His tone was cold now, all trace of gentleness gone. He was once again the formidable, intimidating Mr. Harrison Lancaster.
Logan glanced at the closed door behind him and lowered his voice. “Mrs. Lancaster’s cousin, Ms. Brennan, and two of her friends are here. They say they need to speak with her. It’s urgent.”