Chapter 4 Author: Scarlett Flame The next day, news emerged that Elton had fought over Yvette. For the first time, the Mafia boss himself had made headlines because of a woman. A few reporters were camped outside the door, swarming me with questions the moment I stepped out. "Hedy, as Mr. Carter's legal wife, what are your thoughts on what happened last night?" "Were you aware of her existence?" "Hedy, seeing Mr. Carter spoil someone else, do you ever feel like it's your fault?" I hadn't planned to respond, but when I heard the last question, I stopped in my tracks. I commented, "The real issues lie with the unfaithful man and the homewrecker, not with me." However, the female reporter kept pressing, walking quickly to keep up. She said, "I heard that you dumped Mr. Carter back when he was penniless. Then, after he became a powerful Mafia boss, you did everything you could to make him marry you. "You've been clinging to the title of wife all this time, and now that he's found true love, you call her the homewrecker. Don't you think that you're the problem here?" I sneered and took the intern reporter's ID badge from her neck. Her name was Nicole Scott. I asked, "You're Yvette's friend, aren't you? "Is this the twisted version of the story she fed you? Elton forced me to marry him back then. Do you think that I wanted to be his wife?" Her expression shifted as she snatched her badge back. "If you really didn't want to marry Mr. Carter, then why not divorce him now that he's found true love?" I intended to seize this opportunity to pressure Elton into a divorce in front of the media. But just as I was about to speak, my nose unexpectedly started to bleed. Nicole remarked, "Oh, sure. You're not desperate to keep him? You're bleeding from the nose out of anxiety!" I wiped away the blood calmly and replied flatly, "I'm not anxious. I'm just sick-dying, actually. The nosebleeds have been happening a lot lately." Everyone fell silent when they heard that. No one asked me anything else, except for Nicole, who continued to press further. She said, "Oh, come on. A little nosebleed and now you're playing the victim?" She spoke with the same grating self-righteousness as Yvette.