Chapter 98: Sienna's Suicide Attempt
The internet instantly exploded. Netizens who had sympathized with Sienna were stunned by the sudden dump of evidence. The woman in the audio—sharp, cruel, and foul-mouthed—was a complete contradiction to the helpless victim in the video. The chat logs confirmed her workplace bullying and plagiarism.
[Oh my God! This is her true face? That's disgusting!]
[I felt sorry for her before. She was the bully all along!]
[Instructing her sister to steal design sketches? This whole family are thieves!]
[What kind of sewer is Omni Group running? How can this woman be an executive?]
Public opinion reversed within half an hour. Omni Group's official accounts were flooded with abuse, and the already falling stock price plummeted.
The board of directors called Damian, major shareholders roaring on the phone, demanding an immediate solution or they would initiate his removal.
Damian sat in the hospital hallway, watching the crashing stock and the online abuse. A vein throbbed on his forehead. He never imagined that Evelyn, usually as docile as a lamb, held so much dirt and dared to stab him at this moment.
“Damn it!” Damian kicked a trash can, making a nurse shriek.
He didn’t spare a thought for Sienna, who was still feigning tears in the room. He grabbed his keys and sped out of the hospital.
Half an hour later, the mansion door slammed open. Damian charged up the stairs, filled with freezing rage. He kicked open the bedroom door. Evelyn was sitting quietly by the window, holding a hot latte.
Her composure utterly shattered Damian’s control.
“Evelyn!” Damian roared, lunging forward to snatch the cup and smash it to the floor.
CRASH—
Glass shattered, coffee splattering everywhere.
“Are you insane?! Why did you post that online?!” Damian shoved his phone screen at Evelyn, showing the halted stock and the overwhelming negative news. “Do you know what this means for the company? Do you know how much money the Green family will lose? Are you trying to destroy me, huh?!”
Evelyn didn’t flinch, nor did she apologize in panic as she used to. “I didn’t destroy you. You did, and so did your lying mistress.”
“You…” Damian was speechless, his chest heaving. He was used to Evelyn’s obedience and deference, used to her being the wife who would always wait for him. The current Evelyn was a terrifying stranger.
Damian stepped closer, his large hands clamping down hard on her shoulders. “Delete that right now! Post an apology! Say you faked it! Or don’t blame me for what I do next!”
Evelyn felt the pain, but she didn’t even wince. “It can’t be deleted, Damian.”
“It can’t be deleted?” Damian acted as if he’d heard the funniest joke. He tightened his grip, his fingers digging into her flesh. “There is nothing money can’t fix in this world! If you step up and clarify, say you were jealous and had a breakdown, those idiot netizens will shut up! Evelyn, don’t force me to put you in a mental asylum!”
Just then, Damian’s phone vibrated violently with a distinctive ringtone for a special contact. Damian paused, letting go of Evelyn’s shoulder to grab his phone. The screen showed an image message.
The photo showed a slender wrist lying on the edge of a bathroom tub. A bleeding cut was visible, red blood dripping into the water, staining it. Below was a line of text, like a final testament:
[Damian, I’m sorry… this is all my fault. I shouldn’t have made things hard for you, and I shouldn’t live to bring shame to Omni. If I die, Evelyn will calm down, won’t she? Goodbye, my love.]
Damian’s eyes widened, his breathing stopping.
“Sienna!” he shrieked, instantly releasing Evelyn.
Evelyn was violently pushed onto the sofa from the momentum, her back slamming hard against the armrest. She gasped in pain, instinctively covering her abdomen. But Damian didn’t spare her a glance.
He dialed the number, running toward the door, knocking over a floor lamp. “Answer the phone! Sienna! Answer me!”
The call went unanswered. Damian turned back, his eyes full of murderous hatred for Evelyn.
“If she has hurt herself,” Damian pointed at Evelyn, “Evelyn, I will make you, and that damn orphanage, pay the price!”
BANG! The bedroom door was violently slammed shut. The sound of a sports car engine roaring followed, tires screeching as it tore out into the rainy night.
Evelyn collapsed onto the sofa. Listening to the fading sound, she slowly straightened up, adjusting her collar. Pay the price?
He wanted her to pay the price for a mistress who goes to the ER for a simple scratch? Sienna would never dare to die. This was just another carefully staged self-pity drama.
Meanwhile, after Damian left the hospital, Sienna was discharged and returned to her luxury apartment. The bathtub water had been mostly drained. Sienna lay on the bed in a damp silk nightgown, pale and weak, a thick white bandage around her wrist, faintly showing red. In reality, the cut was shallow, barely breaking the skin; the blood was pre-prepared fake blood, mixed with warm water to look terrifying.
BANG! The apartment door was violently kicked open.