CHAPTER 101: CHAPTER 101: CONFESSIONS SHOULD BE MADE BY THE MAN

[Holly Crowe: Here’s the explanation you asked for.]

Netizens followed directions to Holly’s newly registered Weibo account and saw that she had two minutes ago reposted a comment from Mia Chapelle which said, ’I think there must be a misunderstanding, let’s wait for an explanation.’

Everyone was curious about what content Holly would post and how she would prove her relationship with Zion Pence.

It wasn’t long before Holly posted several Weibo posts in succession.

The first post was a video surveillance clip. It was the full version of the photo where she was entangled with Zion Pence at the mall, clearly showing Zion was the one initiating contact, while Holly repeatedly tried to break free, and there was nothing intimate throughout.

The second post was a timeline compilation. She organized the pictures and chat records from the past seven years proving her relationship with Zion Pence, documenting everything from dating to preparing for marriage, from vows of eternal love to cold indifference.

The third post was a salacious and explicit video between Zion Pence and Mia Chapelle from her email, with the audio clear enough that their conversation could be heard, confirming Zion’s infidelity and Mia’s role as the other woman.

The fourth Weibo post showed Zion rejecting Miles Quill’s offer on her behalf and her work traces in Sunfield Tech over the past seven years.

The final post was her written statement, concise in content: [No cheating during marriage, and I wasn’t a homewrecker. I just ended a betrayal and made a new choice for my life.]

After posting this, Holly put away her phone without further explanation.

In fact, after seeing Blake Sinclair’s Weibo post, she anticipated someone would use her and Zion Pence’s situation to stir things up.

As expected.

Aiden Jenson, Miles Quill, Blake Sinclair, Celia Stiles, and so many alumni and friends she hadn’t seen in ages stood up for her—she couldn’t hide behind them.

In truth, her past with Zion Pence should have been dealt with long ago.

As early as on her way home, Blake Sinclair had already had the mall surveillance footage found, and she found the email video. She had saved evidence of chat records and photos about Zion’s infidelity in her cloud storage when she discovered it.

She initially saved these just in case, but she hadn’t expected they would actually be needed.

She swiftly registered a new Weibo account and posted the organized evidence online.

With videos, photos, and chat records, the solid evidence proved her innocence.

She was just thinking about it when she heard a notification from her phone.

Someone had forwarded and mentioned her Weibo post.

[Sinclair Group: @HollyCrowe’s Weibo, to the rumor-mongers, see you in court!]

It was accompanied by the aggressive comments and personal attacks from a few netizens earlier.

The internet was already in an uproar.

FestiveSinsDaily: [Did you haters see clearly now? Who is actually the cheater? Do I need to remind you?]

Little Lotus Flower: [After reading those chat records and videos, I genuinely feel heartbroken for Holly. Seven years of relationship, four years of infidelity! She even got smeared; how much grievance has she endured? Men like Zion Pence should go to hell!]

Big Woman Who Hates Cilantro: [So the real other woman should be @MiaChapelle, right? Those fans of @MiaChapelle who were so loud earlier, where are you now? @MiaChapelle, come and apologize!]

Scum Men and Mistresses Get Off Earth: [If my boyfriend dared to trash my offer, I’d make sure he couldn’t walk straight, cut off his lineage! Zion Pence actually dared to privately reject Holly’s offer? If it were me, I’d ruin his company, damn rat!]

Growing Towards the Sun: [I’m a former employee of Sunfield Corp, now resigned. I can testify that Holly has been there since the company was founded, but no one knew about her relationship with Zion Pence. Everyone thought she was just a secretary, and even when she was falsely accused with yellow rumors, she never admitted their relationship! Looking back, Holly really had a tough time.]

More and more people spoke up for Holly, resonating with her, filling the comments with sympathy.

[As a fellow woman, thinking about seven years of misplaced affection, I don’t even know how Holly got through it. If it were me, I’d feel like dying.]

Seeing this comment, Holly couldn’t help but feel a pang in her nose.

Seven years of betrayal, the gray days, countless moments doubting herself...

But fortunately, Blake Sinclair showed up.

She turned to look at Blake Sinclair, who somehow had come in front of her, and got up to throw herself into his arms, "Blake, thank you."

Thank you for shielding me time and again.

Thank you for pulling me out of the fire, once and for all.

Thank you for giving me the courage to start over.

Thank you for making me believe that I am worthy of love!

Blake Sinclair said nothing, just held her waist and gently patted her back, "Holly, I’m always here."

This whole drama came to a conclusion with Holly’s Weibo post, though the noise online continued, and the intimacy at The Grandflora Gardens gradually heated up.

Who knew who moved first, but the two soon found themselves on the sofa, lips and teeth interlocked, and all grievances and anxieties dissipated in an instant, leaving only each other’s warmth.

When their lips parted, Holly lay in his arms panting, watching him gently play with her palm.

Holly recalled something, "When did you take the marriage certificate photo?"

She remembered that after they registered, it was as if the marriage certificate vanished, and it turned out Blake Sinclair had hidden it!

Blake Sinclair brushed his chin against the top of her head, "After seeing Aiden Jenson’s photo."

"Where did you hide the marriage certificate? I’ve never seen it."

"In the small box on the top shelf of the bedroom wardrobe."

Holly mumbled, "You hid it so well? The top shelf of the bedroom..."

Bedroom!

With a jolt, she sat up straight, turned to him, eyes wide open, "You went to the bedroom?"

Oh no, oh no!

She had been so focused on dealing with the online chaos, she forgot she wanted to confess her love.

Blake Sinclair had been to the bedroom, hadn’t he seen the flowers and balloons set up?

A miscalculation!

Blake Sinclair watched her wide-eyed shock, the corner of his mouth curving upward.

Holly tested the waters, "Did you see everything?"

Blake Sinclair nodded, "What are you referring to? The balloons beside the wardrobe? The cake on the table? Or the bouquet of flowers on the bed..."

"That’s enough, stop it!" Holly lunged at him, covering his mouth, "I originally wanted to confess to you..."

Blake Sinclair, eyes smiling, lowered her hand and kissed it, "Holly, I really like it. But..."

Holly’s heart skipped a beat, her heart up in her throat, thinking he was about to say something bad.

But the next second, Blake Sinclair scooped her up with one hand, heading towards the room, voice enchanting, "Confessing is something a man should do."

In the bedroom, flowers scattered all over the floor, balloons floating in the air, and warm light shone on the two of them, the atmosphere euphoric.

After a satisfying intimacy, Holly, freshly cleaned, was wrapped in steam and laid out on the bed.

It was still early, neither of them sleepy.

Blake Sinclair, cradling her, used one hand to browse his phone, then showed it to her with a smile, inviting her to look.

Holly only glanced, noticing his screen was still on Weibo.

Apparently it was on a "super-topic."

"What are you looking at?"

"Just browsing."

Blake Sinclair initially intended to check the online buzz about the situation, but as he browsed, he stumbled upon a super-topic called [Blake and Holly CP].

He swore his initial click was out of curiosity, but he couldn’t get out afterward.

This super-topic was started by netizens about him and Holly, all discussing how well-matched and loving they were.

Blake Sinclair was enthralled, liking every post that said they were a loving couple.

Some even drew illustrations of them and wrote fanfiction.

Blake Sinclair clicked on one, [After Breaking up with the Scumbag, I Married into a Wealthy Family, Why Are You Crying?]

Reading it, he felt it mirrored his real-life situation with Holly, the only difference being that they didn’t have a contractual marriage but his calculated, long-term plan.

After reading several stories, he suddenly saw a comment: [Am I the only one shipping Holly and Hector Alden?]

Holly and Hector Alden?

What’s this about?

He exited the super-topic page and typed those three words into the search box.

Upon seeing the search results, he involuntarily squinted, his face darkening several shades.

[I’m guilty, I have to secretly ship childhood sweethearts!]

[Same, although I’m a Blake and Holly fan, unrequited childhood love is just too bittersweet! Aiden Jenson’s Weibo photos speak of regrets!]

[She’s a sister, a partner, but never a lover! I’m crying! These captions are like daggers!]

Originally cradled in Blake Sinclair’s arms, Holly gradually felt his grip tighten.

She shifted slightly, looking up at him, "What’s wrong?"

Just then, she caught his deep eyes filled with a familiar jealousy.

"Holly, I want to..."

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