The weekend arrived in the blink of an eye.

Liam's kindergarten was organizing a special parent-child event.

Victoria Langley showed up early, dressed impeccably, but the moment she stepped through the gates, she could feel the weight of judgmental stares.

Alexander Blackwood had pulled strings to suppress the online storm. Every mention of the scandal vanished before it could gain traction. Negative posts about Victoria were wiped clean, leaving the internet eerily silent.

But while Alexander could control the digital world, he couldn't erase the whispers in people's minds.

As Victoria walked through the courtyard, the murmurs followed her.

Then—splash.

A scalding cup of coffee drenched her blouse, the heat searing her skin. She gasped, stumbling back.

"Oh dear, how clumsy of me," a woman said, her tone dripping with false sympathy. "My hand must have slipped."

"You did that on purpose—" Victoria began, but the woman cut her off with a loud, dramatic gasp.

"Wait, isn't this the infamous Victoria Langley? The woman who wrecked a marriage?"

Heads turned. Eyes narrowed.

"I can't stand women like her—playing the victim while scheming behind the scenes."

"She framed Amy Sinclair, brought in fake witnesses, and still has the audacity to show her face here?"

"Pathetic. Faking a terminal illness just to manipulate Alexander Blackwood? Disgusting."

Thanks to Amy's revelations, Victoria's carefully constructed image had crumbled overnight. The internet had turned her into a meme, her voice clips edited into mocking compilations. Even soap opera villains would take notes from her performance.

The insults grew louder, the glares sharper. Victoria's chest tightened with panic.

Then—thud.

A plastic cup struck her temple, sending a sharp jolt of pain through her skull. Stars danced in her vision.

The crowd erupted in cheers. Some clapped, others laughed.

"Nice shot!"

Affairs were never one-sided, but Victoria's brazenness had crossed a line.

Security finally intervened, dispersing the crowd with practiced efficiency. But even their professional demeanor couldn't hide their disdain.

Victoria fled, her pride in tatters.

This wasn't just humiliation—it was annihilation.

Clenching her fists, she swallowed the bitter resentment rising in her throat.

This was all Amy Sinclair's fault.

Her lips curled into a venomous sneer.

Amy... you'll regret this.

Meanwhile, Amy had planned to skip the parent-child event at Oliver's school.

Sebastian Kingsley was too busy, and Oliver's mother was no longer in the picture.

But when Oliver looked up at her with those pleading eyes, her resolve wavered.

"Please, Amy," he whispered. "We don’t have to join the games. Just come with me to ask the teacher for a day off?"