After Marrying My Boss

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“I believe you,” he uttered after some time, clearing my doubts.

“Really?”

Touched that he had chosen to believe me, my eyes turned misty and a lump formed in my throat.

“I know what kind of a person she is. Let me handle this, alright? I'm not going to let you get slandered.”

Though he didn't reply to my question, everything he said almost made me burst into tears.

“Thank you,” I stated softly.

He could have ignored the matter since he would not be dragged along, considering people would not dare to badmouth him. Still, he decided to help me, and that proved just how good he was to me. I was merely an ordinary person, so the public's continuous harsh opinions would seriously take a toll on me.

“You don't need to thank me, Anna. Nobody's allowed to bully you except me, after all,” he replied.

In an instant, my feelings hit rock bottom again. So he only helped me because of his own possessiveness. To him, I was still the woman nobody else could bully but him.

“You really have a tendency to ruin the moment, didn't you? I don't feel touched anymore. Thanks a lot,” I uttered sarcastically.

Couldn't he have at least pretended that he cares about me?

“Why do you get touched so easily, Anna?” His voice remained indifferent, but I could hear the smile hidden in it.

“How do you plan to resolve this matter? Is it going to get tricky?”

It's not like I'm doubting his abilities... I believe in him more than anyone. However, given our current relationship, I don't want to cause him trouble, especially when the matter directly involves me.

“You don't have to worry about anything involving this. I'll hold a press conference tomorrow and clear everything at once,” he reassured.

After our call ended, I had a hard time recollecting myself. Although our relationship had ended, I could still feel the concern he felt toward me. Maybe even more so than when we were still together.

My eyes landed on the newspaper once again, and a frustrated frown made its way on my face. At that moment, my hatred toward Emma had increased drastically.

The woman had always bothered me when I had never intentionally provoked someone. It must be her way to project her irritation for failing to make Michael fall for her. To say that I didn't resent would be a complete lie.

I stayed at home for the rest of the day because I knew I would not be able to withstand the judgmental stares and insults I would receive outside.

Since I was still afraid of going out the following day, I decided to watch TV to relieve my boredom at home.

Switching on the device, the first thing that showed up on the screen was Michael's press conference. He was sitting on the stage, looking as cold as ever, with flashes of cameras illuminating his face.

“Mr. Shaw, mind telling us who the woman in the photo is? According to the newspapers, she's your mistress who's trying to ruin your current relationship. Is that true?” asked one of the reporters boldly.

Upon hearing his questions, the man's already cold face turned even more stoic as his rage-filled eyes glared at the reporter.

“I'm going to resolve this matter right here and now. The woman in the photo is the woman I love. She is not a mistress. From now on, I don't want anyone to label her as a mistress!”

Everyone was stunned by this revelation because he was known as the ruthless man who had never fallen for any woman before. To hear those words coming right from him was beyond shocking.

My reaction was no different from theirs.

Did he seriously just admit that he loves me in front of the whole country? No. I must be dreaming. Michael would never do such a reckless thing.

“Just to make sure, Mr. Shaw. The woman you claimed you love is that Anna Garcia woman, correct?” questioned the same reporter from earlier, trying to get a confirmation.

“Haven't I made myself clear? I'm going to catch the culprit behind this issue!”