Chapter 4

I asked her why she helped me, and she winked at me, joking,

"Ever read fairy tales? A gentle little prince always has a Rose Knight to protect him."

Later, when we were together, she really did give me a strong sense of security.

But reality isn't a fairy tale. The Rose Knight's sharp sword ultimately turned against the Little Prince.

I clenched my hands, letting my fingernails dig into my flesh.

"Georgina, I'd rather die than be your other man."

Before she could speak, Phillips grabbed me, trying to mediate.

"Stephenson, don't be so headstrong. We're trying to protect you."

Phillips's family was poor. His brother once showed up, wanting to forcibly marry him off to an old woman.

When I went to rescue him, I was stabbed in the lower abdomen, completely losing my ability to have children.

If Georgina hadn't arrived with people in time, I might not have even survived.

Phillips stayed by my hospital bed, crying his eyes out.

"Stephenson, you took that knife for me. For the rest of my life, I'll shield you from all hardships."

Hearing that, I gave a self-deprecating laugh, then raised my hand and slapped him.

"Your 'protection' means betraying my mom and wanting me to be your other man with your fiancée?"

"Phillips, I really regret not letting that knife kill you back then."

Phillips's face paled, and his eyes instantly welled up.

Georgina sprang up, giving me a forceful shove.

She shielded him behind her, saying coldly, "Stephenson, apologize!"

"No! You two scumbags are the ones who should apologize!"

Georgina's face completely darkened, and she sneered,

"Stephenson, you've really been spoiled by your mom. It's okay, I'll make you grow up."

"Now get out immediately, don't keep me from comforting Phillips."

I stumbled out of the office building, dazed, and looked up at the company sign.

My parents started their business shortly after I was born.

They named the company HAPPY, hoping I'd have a safe and happy life forever. It was their boundless love for me.

But now, HAPPY was gone.

The new name replacing it was 'G&P'.

Georgina's heart, belongs to Phillips.

Five years of genuine devotion, nothing but a premeditated revenge.

Even the company Mom built from the ground up became a tool for them to flaunt their affection.

I dialed a number.

"Hello, I accept your proposal. I'll fly to Los Angeles this week and marry you."

"I don't need any dowry; I just need your help with something."

Not wanting to return to that empty house, I went to the cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

But as soon as I arrived, I found a group of people vandalizing Mom's gravestone.

They were live-streaming on their phones, filled with righteous indignation.

"We found that slut's grave!"

"That bitch was lucky to die so early, but we won't let her off easy. Justice may be delayed, but it will come!"

Only then did I realize that Mom and I were both trending on social media, being publicly shamed.

There were photos of Mom kindly giving Phillips money for his family's medical treatment.

And photos of me slapping Phillips in the office.

Back then, Phillips cried tears of gratitude, saying he wanted to repay Mom. I clearly remember Mom saying there was no need, that it wasn't easy for young people to make their way in the world.

But now it was being twisted, claiming my mom, relying on her wealth, had coerced and intimidated a young boy into becoming her lover.

Even Phillips's swollen eyes were portrayed as him being resentful but unable to speak out, suffering immense grievances.

They praised Georgina as a heroine who had endured humiliation for years, finally achieving success and reclaiming her love.

They praised her for changing the company name so well.

And Mom became a social pariah, reviled by everyone.

My phone kept buzzing with messages, all from elders who used to be close with Mom, and friends, trying to confirm the facts.

But I couldn't respond, because that person was excitedly shouting,

"Want to see this slut's body completely destroyed?!"

"If we get over 500 likes, a few of us will immediately dig up her ashes!"