My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 326

Chapter 326: The scandal Chapter 326: The scandal The photographs of Mr.

Blair with Lydia had unleashed a storm of fury across social media.

Accusations flew like daggers, each comment more venomous than the last.

‘He is the real perpetrator.

He should be punished.’ ‘His hatred for the Brooks ruined the entire family, killing Mr.

and Mrs.

Brooks.’ ‘He should rot in jail.’ ‘Send him to jail.’ … … … The outrage spread like wildfire, flooding every corner of the internet.

Angry comments stacked by the second, a relentless tide of condemnation.

But the backlash didn’t stop there.

It also hit the business.

The office phone rang continuously with the deal got canceled.

In mere hours, the company hemorrhaged millions, the once-thriving empire now crumbling under the weight of public wrath.

An angry mob appeared out of nowhere, shouting, pushing, smashing.

Windows shattered, papers scattered, and flames licked at the building’s pristine facade.

The authorities had to come to an immediate action and chase the mob away.

But the damage had already been done.

In the quiet comfort of his home, Dylan sat in the spacious hall, coffee cup in hand.

His fingers scrolled leisurely through the news on his phone, the corners of his lips curling into a satisfied smirk.

This was exactly what he had wanted to see.

Now, he was eager to know whether Mr.

Blair would continue helping Lydia and Erica.

Ava came out of the room after taking a shower her damp hair cascading over her shoulders.

She paused when she saw the smug expression on his face, curiosity flickering in her eyes.

With light steps, she approached him.

“What are you looking at?” Dylan glanced up, the smirk never leaving his lips.

He tapped the screen, showing her the headline flashing across the news feed.

“Sit down.

Let me show you something interesting.” Intrigued, Ava settled beside him.

Leaning closer, she peered at the phone screen.

The moment her gaze landed on the viral photographs of Lydia and Mr.

Blair plastered across social media, a gasp escaped her lips.

“This€¦” Dylan’s grin grew sharper.

“They’re the talk of the town,” he drawled, sarcasm dripping from his tone.

“People can’t stop praising them.” Ava scrolled down, her eyes catching the barrage of hate-filled comments flooding the post.

Ava chuckled dryly, shaking her head.

“Oh, yes.

They’re really popular.” Her gaze shifted sideways, studying Dylan’s face with playful suspicion.

“How did this happen?

Are you behind this?” Dylan shrugged, pretending to be clueless.

“Me?

Come on, I’m not as cruel as you think.

Why would I do that?” Ava smirked knowingly.

She wasn’t fooled.

The twinkle in his eye gave him away.

It was clear that he was behind it.

Since he was in the mood to play, she would act along.

“Of course,” she teased, matching his playful tone.

“You’re completely innocent.

How could you possibly be involved in something like this?” For a moment, they locked eyes.

Then Dylan burst into laughter.

Ava couldn’t help but join in.

Dylan slid an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer.

“What do you think about it?” he asked, thumb idly tracing circles along her shoulder.

Ava leaned into him.

“It’s good.

Mr.

Blair won’t hold out under this kind of pressure.

Eventually, he’ll have no choice but to surrender.

And when that happens, Lydia will lose her mind.

Without his backing, she’ll be vulnerable.

Helpless.” “Exactly.

That’s the moment I’m waiting for.” Dylan’s phone buzzed, Justin’s name flashing on the screen.

“Hello€¦” “Good news,” Justin reported, excitement lacing his tone.

“Mr.

Blair has been summoned to the police station.” Dylan’s lips curled into a satisfied smile.

“Perfect.

Keep me updated.” Meanwhile, across town, chaos was brewing between Erica and Lydia.

“Mom!

Did you see this?” Erica’s frantic voice pierced the air as she rushed toward Lydia, phone in hand.

Her eyes were wide with disbelief.

“Someone is targeting Mr.

Blair!

His office was trashed, and now the police have summoned him.” Lydia barely had time to process the words before Erica shoved the phone into her hand.

Her face paled as she stared at the screen, the damning photographs splashed across every platform.

Her heart sank.

“What are we going to do now?” Erica asked, searching for her eyes.

Lydia’s fingers shook, the phone slipping out of her grasp and falling onto the floor with a clatter.

“This is bad€¦ very bad,” she mumbled, her knees buckling beneath her.

“Mom!” Erica caught her just in time, wrapping an arm around her waist and guiding her toward the sofa.

“Come on, sit down.” Reaching for the glass of water on the coffee table, Erica held it out with a worried frown.

“Here.

Drink some water.” Lydia took the glass in a daze but didn’t take a sip, her thoughts spiraling out of control.

Erica, still trying to piece everything together, bit her lip anxiously.

“Who could have posted those photos?

Do you suspect anyone?” Lydia’s grip around the glass tightened, her eyes turning dark.

“Who else could it be?

It’s Dylan.” Erica blinked, stunned.

“Dylan?

But€¦ how would he know about your connection with Mr.

Blair?

You said he had no clue.” “I was wrong,” Lydia hissed, regretting not being cautious while meeting with Mr.

Blair.

“He is far more cunning than I ever imagined.” She shook her head in disappointment and rage.

“It’s my fault.

I should’ve been more careful.

I never should’ve met Blair so openly.

My carelessness dragged him into this mess.” Her voice broke, and tears welled up, blurring her vision.

“I thought we could finally escape the chaos.

I thought we could start fresh and live in peace.

But no.

My mistakes keep chasing us, no matter how far we run.” “Mom!” Erica snapped, grabbing her mother’s arms and forcing her to meet her gaze.

“Stop it.

We can’t fall apart now.

We can’t accept defeat just like this.

We have to fight back.

We will fight back.

We have to help him.” Lydia blinked, the fire in Erica’s eyes pulling her from the spiral of hopelessness.

Slowly, she nodded, brushing away the lingering tears.

“He is in this mess because of me,” Lydia resolved.

“I’ll clear his name.” Straightening her spine, she squared her shoulders and drew in a steadying breath.

“I’ll surrender myself to the cops tomorrow.”