Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 23

Genevieve lingered for a moment before quickly clicking on the webpage.

The headline that dominated the morning news contered around the video of “Unspoken Rules,” even featuring George’s social media update from last night.

In stark contrast, the latter’s updates had turned into a downright joke.

Celebrities who initially came to his defense had now deleted their posts, choosing to stay silent on the matter.

Meanwhile, the comment section had become the epicenter of noise, with an eager audience anticipating the unfolding drama.

One commented: [Kindness sure is often taken advantage of. Are you even human? I’d say you’re more of an Inhumane creature instead!]

Another netizen wrote: [The person who knelt down and endured alcohol being thrown at him must be psychologically scarred. He needs to quit the entertainment Industry!]

Another one commented: [This sissy acts better than most actors. He should’ve been kicked out of the entertainment industry long ago. Genevieve’s definitely a tough one to fire you as soon as she took over!]

Another comment showered praise on Genevieve that stated: [My admiration for Genevieve is on the rise. Who wouldn’t love a woman who is beautiful, kind, and just like her?]

Without delving too deeply, Selene’s voice came through on the phone. She asked, “Did you hear? Anthony bought the top trending spot. He’s planning to leave that video up for three days, trying to mess up George’s reputation. Do you think he’s doing it for you?”

Genevieve frowned slightly. Hearing that name unsettled her.

Her lips lifted into a grin, and she let out a cold chuckle..

“Nah, he’s just distancing himself from the matter to save his own skin. Everyone knows George’s under him, Genevieve remarked.

With a disapproving sound, Selene scoffed and cursed, ‘This scumbag!”

After ending the call, Genevieve tossed her phone aside and went to freshen up.

The whole George debacle barely registered in her mind.

Instead, she was preoccupied with a more urgent matter–how to get a hold of Anthony’s blood or hair.

As Genevieve was about to leave, her phone rang.

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It was Mary, the housekeeper at the new mansion.

She hesitated briefly before picking up.

Mary’s voice came through. She said, “Mrs. Hoffman, I was cleaning up and stumbled upon a box with your personal belongings in the study. It seems to be a diary or something. Do you want to come and get it?”

I’m nearby running some errands. I’ll swing by to pick it up. By

hesitation lingered as she was not eager to cross paths with Anthony.

said, “Mr. Hoffman went to the company early this morning. He’s

this.”

replied, “Thank

she smiled and headed out with

night of her first intimacy with Anthony, she recalled that he had left afterward. In a seemingly Irrational move at the time,

might seem somewhat absurd, the act was proving useful now.

of the mansion, Mary greeted her with a cheerful look. However,

of anything unusual, Genevieve nodded before

her surprise, an unexpected presence awaited

of the blue. He saw these things

that, she hurriedly made her way out.

and indifferent

curiosity.

at the

me like “I had no idea you were this crazy about me. Even when I was crazy? I called you once, and you were too excited to sleep?” Anthony remarked, casually reading out her emotions written in the diary.

immense confidence. The detailed account of her profound love for him over a three–year journey served as undeniable proof. While Anthony could not hide his joy on the surface,

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and guilt lingered within

loved him deeply, and he had been utterly oblivious.

toward Genevieve.

this diary in hand, her

hinder her

at him

within her, a corner of her heart

if seeking to expose her to be ridiculed. It shamelessly probed and mocked her past

pain gripped her heart as the waves

toward her felt like a scalding slap in

tensed her body, attempting

in the air seemed

you admit it? Genevieve, your love for me has driven you mad,” Anthony scoffed. “I’ll give you a chance. Own up to your love for me, and I’ll let you be my wife again,” he

advanced gradually, closing in on her step

as he observed her deep in silent contemplation.

curled at the bottom of his lips as he abruptly stretched out his hand to wrap around her voluptuous waist,

no resistance. Instead, she reached

Genevieve’s tender, sun–kissed skin before

the next moment, Genevieve swiftly pushed him away and delivered a kick, placing one foot on his calf and the other on his knee, all in one fluid, decisive

retreated, but the pain in his legs caused him

a couch was right there to break his fall. He stared at her in