After I was Framed, Everyone Regretted

The video call was immediately rejected.

I sent a question mark in response.

Orson’s chat box kept showing “typing…”

After a few minutes, he finally replied: [Honey, my phone is running low on battery. Let me find a power bank and then I’ll video call you!]

It was clearly a delaying tactic.

I usually didn't check up on him, so Orson would definitely be caught off guard.

In the class group, they were still tagging me.

[Azura, why aren’t you speaking up? Come out and take your scolding!]

[Calista even personally invited you! You’re not too scared to show up, are you? Playing the turtle now?]

Calista added with fake concern, [Azura, you’re not afraid that you’ve flirted with my boyfriend and he’ll make things difficult for you when you see him, are you? Don’t worry; he just stepped out for a moment. Even if he returns, I’m sure he’ll let it slide since we’re old classmates. Just apologize and he won’t make it hard for you.]

I replied directly, [I’ll be there in half an hour. I want to see how he’ll make things difficult for me]

On the way to the hotel, my emotions were in turmoil.

After graduating with a PhD from an overseas university, I returned to the country and joined the family business, concealing my identity and starting from the grassroots level. Gradually, I worked my way up to the position of project group leader.

Orson joined the company at that time.

He took the initiative to join my team, working alongside me to manage our business. For a single project, we could work together for over ten hours without a break. Late at night, we would eat instant noodles in the office and motivate each other.

Once, after securing a highly profitable contract, I secretly dipped into my own pocket to treat my team colleagues to a trip to the Maldives. While swimming in the ocean, I suddenly cramped up, despite having been a strong swimmer since childhood. Just as I was about to plunge into the depths of the sea, Orson risked his safety to come to my rescue.

Afterward, he said he was a poor swimmer and only learned to swim during the trip. But when he saw me in danger, his instincts took over and by the time he realized it, he was already swimming to my side.

In the sunset, he blushed as he confessed his feelings to me. At that moment, I, who had little experience with romance, instantly fell for him. At that time, I believed Orson loved the pure me, not the wealthy daughter of a tycoon that my identity represented.

Ignoring my family’s objections, I insisted on marrying him, despite his humble background.

After our marriage, he willingly moved in with me, taking care of all my meals and daily needs without ever letting me do a single household chore.

When I expressed that I didn’t want children, he even agreed to get a vasectomy.

Seeing how understanding and obedient Orson was, earlier this year, my grandfather entrusted him with managing the family’s most unassuming business—the largest ultra-luxury hotel in the city, Seraphine.

To show my trust in him, I never interfered with Orson's work at the hotel. I thought to myself that I didn't expect him to achieve anything remarkable; as long as he didn't make any major mistakes, the income would be sufficient.

However, I never anticipated that my tolerance and understanding would lead Orson to dare to celebrate his mistress's birthday at my family's hotel. I stepped on the gas and rushed to the entrance of Seraphine Hotel as fast as I could.

To my surprise, Calista was already waiting there with a group of people. Seeing me drive up in a Maybach, Calista's expression turned ugly. As soon as I got out of the car, she splashed a glass of red wine over my head without a second thought.

"Azura, you really dare to come!" A sycophant immediately jumped in, shouting, "How dare you drive Calista's boyfriend's car! You’re provoking her.”

"How did someone like you come to Galaxy Middle School?"

In the chaos of their pushing and shoving, my professional outfit worth tens of thousands of dollars and my hairstyle done by an international supermodel stylist became a mess.

In my entire life, no one had ever dared to treat me this way.

Holding back my anger, I lifted my head and coldly asked, "Where is Orson?"

Upon hearing this, Calista angrily pointed at me and shouted, "How dare you call my boyfriend's name? You despicable little mistress!"

She then rushed to the car, yanked out the keys and started to vandalize the Maybach.

"You shameless woman, I told you to seduce other people's boyfriends and to be the mistress! I'll make sure you can never recover from this for the rest of your life!"

She scratched the words "Mistresses deserve to die" into the side of the car. After doing all this, she looked at me with a sense of pride.

But I saw her as nothing more than a clown, just like Orson. "I'm asking you one more time, where is Orson?"

My voice was thick with anger.

After so many years of marriage, I never imagined that my partner would be such a scumbag!

"Still not willing to admit your mistakes, are you?" Calista picked up a stone from the side of the road and started smashing it against my Maybach.

"Smash it all! What are you standing there for?" she shouted.

Her sycophantic classmates immediately rushed in, joining the chaos. Before long, my Maybach was left in ruins—the doors, windows and lights were all damaged. They didn't stop there; they even opened the hood and destroyed everything inside that they could get their hands on.

Some went so far as to jump inside the car and ruin the starlight ceiling I had spent 100 thousand dollars to customize, leaving nothing intact.

My fists clenched in anger, but after a moment, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. I said, "I hope that when the time comes for compensation, you can still maintain this arrogant attitude!"

My expression was as cold as frost.

But they only shouted back, "This is all private property of Calista's boyfriend! If Calista wanted to burn her boyfriend's stuff, no one would say a thing. What right do you, a mistress, have to act superior?"

The crowd echoed their agreement and their behavior became increasingly chaotic.

"Oh! I never would have guessed that a shameless mistress like you is into art!"

Suddenly, Calista pulled a jade carving from the storage compartment in my back seat. It was a Money Tree, crafted by a well-known luxury artist in the country and its value exceeded 42 million dollars because the jade itself was of the old pit glass variety.

"I advise you to calm…"

But before I could finish my sentence, Calista had already let it go. “Ah, I’m so sorry! My hand just slipped.”

Looking at her mockingly smug face, I ultimately remained silent. I honestly didn’t know how to communicate with a fool.

“Oh my God! Isn’t that the jade tree that was just auctioned at the international auction house this morning? I heard it’s worth over 42 million dollars... what a shame, it ended up in the hands of a mistress.”

Passersby sighed as they walked by.

“You shameless little mistress? How can you dare to spend so much of my boyfriend's money?” Calista’s eyes turned red with anger.

To her, it seemed everything should belong to her.

I continued to coldly stare at her, saying nothing.

Wasn’t everything from Orson’s clothes to his lifestyle and career granted by me? How dare she accuse me of spending Orson's money?

“Open the trunk! I want to see what other treasures she’s hiding!” Calista shouted angrily.

She began smashing the trunk, where I had stored a gift from a client during a collaboration meeting at the auction house earlier that day. I hadn't calculated its value, but it was worth at least hundreds of millions.

Shaking my head at her madness, I feared she might turn violent, so I quickly dialed the police.

“What are you calling for? Seeking backup?”

She swatted my phone out of my hand and I felt a jolt of panic as I bent down to pick it up.

I had been using that phone because it was a keepsake from my mother before she passed away, filled with countless memories of us together. I worried that not using it for an extended period would damage it, so I had kept it for myself.

“Crack!”

But then Calista stepped on my hand. Her high heel dug into the back of my hand, sending waves of sharp pain through me.

Yet I was relieved that I managed to protect my phone.

“Azura, you’re so pathetic, clinging to a broken phone like that?” With that, she kicked at me again.