Trapped in a Secret Marriage with a Dangerous Billionaire - Chapter 184

Chapter 184: Public Embarrassment

The internet buzzed with reactions, as fans took to the comments section to voice their opinions, most of them agreeing wholeheartedly with Tea Time’s scathing critique of Olivia.

And with that, more critics against Olivia were fired without mercy.

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Family Diner Restaurant.

The clinking of cutlery and hum of conversations filled the air as Casey sat across from Susu at a table tucked in the corner of an upscale restaurant. Both women leaned over Casey’s phone, scrolling through the latest Tea Time Gossip article about Olivia Swift.

When they finished reading, Casey threw her head back in laughter, her shoulders shaking with delight. “I told you,” she said, her voice dripping with glee. “Sending those pieces of information to Olivia was genius. Look at her now—self-destructing beautifully.”

Casey was talking about those tip-offs Olivia used to get regarding Owen’s location and what he was up to.

Susu smirked, stirring her iced latte lazily with a straw. “I never knew being part of a gossip war could be this entertaining,” she said, a sly grin spreading across her face. “It’s almost a shame that there aren’t any juicy new opportunities right now. Olivia’s already embarrassed herself so much; we’re running out of material!”

Casey adjusted her dark shades, her expression smug. “Don’t worry, darling,” she said smoothly. “Olivia’s her own worst enemy. Give her a little time, and she will create more drama for us to feed to Tea Time. We don’t even need to lift a finger.”

Susu chuckled, lifting her glass in a mock toast. “To Olivia Swift—queen of self-sabotage. May she continue giving us endless content!”

Casey raised her own glass of water with a wicked grin. “Cheers.”

The two women laughed, their voices mingling with the ambient noise, their shared secret binding them even closer.

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Vintage Cellar.

Back at the company, Olivia sat in her office during lunch break, her eyes scanning the new Tea Time article on her tablet. She just couldn’t keep her attention away, and with each sentence she read, her fury boiled hotter.

What made her crazier were the never-ending comments aimed to ruin her mental health.

“A chameleon who doesn’t deserve a second child,” the comment read. “Olivia is setting herself—and the Swift and Scott families—up for more disaster.”

Another read, “May Olivia Swift never happen to us.”

Olivia’s fingers gripped the edges of the tablet so tightly that her knuckles turned white. When she reached the part congratulating Aurora for her new champagne flavour, Olivia snapped.

With a scream of pure rage, she grabbed a fork from her plate and slammed it into the screen of her tablet. “You stupid blogger, leave me the fuck alone!” she shrieked, her voice echoing off the office walls.

Her assistant opened the door cautiously, only to quickly close it again, retreating from the explosion of anger inside.

Olivia let out another frustrated scream, pacing back and forth. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to compose herself. Just as she sat back down, muttering curses under her breath, a call from the front desk interrupted her.

“Ma’am,” the receptionist’s voice crackled through the intercom. “Your husband is here to see you.”

Olivia froze. Her heart began to race, panic and anger mixing together. “What does he want now?” she muttered to herself before pressing the button to reply. “Don’t let him up. I’ll be down in a moment.”

Olivia smoothed her hair, grabbed her phone, and rushed out of the office, her heels clicking furiously against the tiled floor as her thoughts wandered off.

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Olivia found Owen sitting casually in the reception area, his legs crossed as he flipped through a magazine he found on the table in front of him. When he saw her, he smirked and stood, holding an envelope in his hand.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded, her voice low and tense.

“Relax,” Owen drawled, stepping closer to her. He shoved the envelope into her hands. “Since you shredded the first set and the second, I’ve officially refiled for divorce. This time, don’t bother tearing it up. If you do, the court might arrest you for contempt.”

Olivia’s face went pale as she clutched the envelope. “Owen, lower your voice,” she hissed, glancing nervously at the curious eyes of employees who had paused to watch the scene unfold.

But Owen wasn’t done. His voice grew louder, his tone dripping with mockery. “Why should I? Isn’t this what you wanted? A big public show?”

“Owen, please,” Olivia begged through gritted teeth, her voice faltering. But she wanted nothing more than to punch his face and knock senses out of him.

He leaned in close, his smirk widening. “Beg all you want, Olivia. It won’t change anything. I’m done with you.”

Turning on his heel, Owen strolled out of the building, his hands casually in his pockets. Olivia stood frozen, humiliation washing over her as whispers spread through the reception area.

One employee leaned toward another and whispered, “Did he just serve her divorce papers right here at her workplace?”

Olivia’s hands trembled as she clutched the envelope. Her nails dug into the edges as she stormed back to her office, vowing under her breath, “I might have to kill you myself!”

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Later that afternoon, Tea Time Gossip Blog updated its website with yet another explosive article. “From Podcast Drama to Public Divorce: Olivia Swift’s Spiral Continues!”

The article detailed Owen’s public delivery of divorce papers at Vintage Cellar, noting the humiliation Olivia faced in front of her employees.

“Olivia Swift’s life is unravelling before our very eyes. First, the public backlash from her livestream. Now, her husband has delivered divorce papers right at her workplace. What does this prove? I thought she claimed that things were great behind closed doors. It seems like little Miss attention seeker has finally fallen into her web of lies. I bet she didn’t see this move from Owen coming!”

The comments section exploded with reactions, mostly mocking Olivia’s downfall as the article spread like wildfire.

SquidGame001; “Someone please pinch me. How many dramas within three days?”

MomOf4; “Public divorce? How embarrassing! But she brought this on herself.”

Systablaze; “Olivia better retire from the spotlight before she crashes and burns entirely.”

Phillipians4:16; “Is everyone forgetting that this woman told us an entire web of lies during her LIVE podcast interview?”

LOL; “I don’t care what anyone says, but Olivia needs to be arrested ASAP! She has told far too many lies to be left alone. She should be charged for lying and deceiving the public!”

Christy256; “My Goodness! I’m so ashamed of this woman on her family’s behalf! What an institute of disgrace. Olivia is a walking red flag.”

Creator; “I think this woman is suffering from a mental illness. Her family should please check on her.”