Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Abigail was hurt by the haters who wrote and spread hateful posts to slander her. She had endured storms of criticism, but she couldn’t help but feel hurt and alone.

She didn’t understand what she had done wrong. Since her debut, every step she took was under intense scrutiny. Even the smallest mistakes were magnified.

“Ms. Fox, as the film studio’s ambassador, don’t you owe an explanation to your coworkers and the audience?”

Abigail clutched the microphone, her shoulders trembling as she struggled to maintain her smile in front of the camera.

The relentless reporters pressed on.

“Ms. Fox, explain yourself!”

“Yeah, Ms. Fox! This needs proper addressing. You’re an artist under Imperial Media, yet you became the ambassador for the Thompson Group. All the other artists except you fell ill on the day of the film studio’s opening. Was there a power struggle behind the scenes?”

“Ms. Fox, we want to know the truth!”

breathing quickened. She took a deep breath to try to stay composed and glanced around the crowd. Jackie was nowhere to

a satisfactory explanation,” Abigail said with a smile. “But this is the red carpet,

Fox, are you brushing

brushing things off?” A sharp voice interrupted

looked toward the source of the

like a valiant battle angel descending

plans to brush it

reporters exchanged looks but remained silent. The remaining reporters focused their cameras on Jacob, sensing

“Sir, you’re…”

black suit and gold-rimmed glasses. “I

blocking her from view. Despite Abigail’s height

just now,” Jacob said solemnly, “Making baseless accusations against an artist or their company without evidence

put down their microphones, avoiding eye