From Humiliated Wife To The Rival’s Most Cherished Bride

After looking at the marriage certificate, the crowd suddenly went silent.

Zariah’s eyes also moved to it, but when the inner page opened, it showed Denzel and Allison’s faces.

That was their marriage certificate.

She finally realized why Denzel never let her hold it and why he did not want to appear beside her in public.

So from the start until the end, they were never truly together.

In that instant, Zariah felt like she stood in a quiet, lifeless space, strange and almost laughable.

What made it worse, he even kept the marriage certificate with him.

She remembered that one month after getting the marriage certificate, she invited them for a meal and said she wanted to see it.

But even after she reminded him again and again. Denzel still forgot, and after that, he never brought it up again.

But now… even without Allison asking, he still had it with him.

How deeply did he love her!

When Denzel’s eyes met Zariah’s, his heart suddenly felt like it was stabbed by a thin needle.

That quiet feeling, like wet cotton, pressed on him and made it hard for him to breathe.

He moved without thinking, wanting to walk to her and say he would take her home, but someone suddenly grabbed his wrist.

“Denzel, my head feels very dizzy, and I feel a bit unwell.”

Allison’s fingers looked pale. Her body leaned toward him, and her face showed tiredness.

Denzel stopped. He turned to look at Allison. When he looked back again, the small change in his eyes had already turned cold.

“Allison does not feel well. She is a public person; she cannot stay here and be watched. I sent her back first. You take a taxi home yourself.”

Zariah lowered her head. Her lashes hid all the feelings in her eyes.

She fixed the matters in the shop, then walked home like an empty shell.

After Denzel sat in the car, he looked at the rearview mirror without thinking.

Zariah’s figure grew smaller in the evening light, slowly fading away.

Denzel frowned without knowing why, but Allison’s soft cough pulled him back. He stepped on the gas.

After reaching home, Zariah took out her phone and called a number she knew by heart.

“Kendrick, after seven days, come take me away. I go with you.”

Kendrick was Denzel’s rival.

Years ago, at a banquet, Denzel left her and walked away. It was Kendrick who came and helped her out.

When he saw her in that state, he wanted to take her away, but she refused.

He did not force her. He only gave her his number and said, “Whenever you call, I'll take you away.”

At this moment, the man on the phone gave a soft laugh, as if he already knew.

“So you finally understand? You should have known Denzel’s true self long ago.”

“Hmm.”

Zariah only answered one word, then ended the call.

It was not that she only understood now. She had just been lying to herself for too long.

Since there was no marriage, there was no need for divorce. Leaving meant everything ended.

She went into the room, opened the closet, and started packing.

Almost everything in this house had been arranged by her, but she only packed a few sets of clothes into the case. She did not touch anything else.

Halfway through, Denzel rushed in angrily. He threw the phone hard in front of her.

The screen was on. The bright light showed his dark face.

“Zariah, you are really something. You even buy trending topics to ruin Allison’s name and say she uses power to bully people?”

Zariah picked up the phone. On the screen was the diner event from today, but it had been edited badly beyond recognition.

Anger rose inside her heart. She lifted her head and looked at Denzel.

“I do not do it. You go check. After I come back from the diner, I stay here packing. I do not go out at all.”

“Check? Of course, I check.”

Denzel laughed coldly, his tone sarcastic. “The one behind this is your close friend who operates self-media.”

“Impossible.” Zariah’s voice suddenly got louder. Her eyes were full of shock. “Shizel does not do this kind of thing. She also looks down on this kind of bad way.”

Denzel looked at her. The corner of his lips lifted into a cold smile. That smile was dark like a ghost.

“Not true? The proof is clear. You still want to protect her?”

Right after he finished speaking, Zariah’s phone rang. The screen showed the name “Shizel”.

She quickly answered. A crying voice came from the other side.

“Zariah! Help me! They lock me here! Help me…”