Chapter 273

The post ignited a firestorm across social media, sending shockwaves through every comment section. Within minutes, the internet was ablaze with speculation and outrage.

"Hold on—Serena isn't actually Nathan Black’s wife? Then why are there photos of them looking so intimate? If she’s not married to him, why was she kissing him like that?"

"This reeks of scandal! How reckless can Serena be? She knows full well Nathan is married, yet she’s still throwing herself at him. Disgusting! What kind of woman does something like this? She’s nothing but a homewrecker!"

"And let’s not pretend Nathan is innocent here! He’s a married man—how is it acceptable for him to be tangled up with an ex like this? Imagine how his wife must feel!"

"I always had my doubts. Rumor has it Nathan’s real wife is reclusive and has a distinctive birthmark on her face. Serena clearly doesn’t match that description!"

"Exactly! I’ve heard those rumors too!"

"Let’s boycott this shameless woman! Cancel Serena! She needs to answer for her actions—why is she cozying up to a married man? Has she no self-respect?"

"She’s vile!"

Serena’s public image crumbled in an instant, her reputation shifting from admired to reviled. Hate flooded her social media accounts, each comment more venomous than the last. The backlash was relentless.

Dylan Reeves clenched his phone, his face darkening as he scrolled through the chaos. If Nathan ever traced this post back to him, the consequences would be catastrophic.

A cold sweat broke across his skin. He had been the one to leak those photos.

Panic set in. He immediately began dialing every media contact he had, desperate to have the post taken down. But one call after another yielded the same answer—it was too late. The story had gone viral.

"Damn it!" Dylan slammed his fist against the steering wheel. "How did this spiral out of control so fast?"

Just as he was about to call Evelyn Hartley, his phone buzzed—Serena was calling. He answered instantly.

"Dylan… what the hell is happening online? Where did those photos even come from?" Serena’s voice trembled with panic.

"Serena, just stay calm. I’m almost at the hospital. We’ll figure this out when I get there." He ended the call before she could protest.

Five minutes later, Dylan strode into Serena’s hospital room. The moment he entered, she turned to him, her eyes wide with fear.

"Dylan…" Her voice cracked. "What are we going to do?"