Silas drove recklessly and arrived at Blackwell mansion. Immediately, he entered, and he slammed the door so hard the maid and servant shivered in fear.
The sound echoes loudly in mansion, but he that was the least of his worries.
His chest was banging with intense anger as he stepped inside, still in the same suit he'd worn to the restaurant only now, it felt like a costume of a man who had been made a fool of in public.
His face burned hot. His hands were shaking.
He couldn't stop replaying it.
The way Fidelia smiled, they way she laughed and grabbed the other person.
The way she said "No," like it was the easiest thing in the world.
The whispers from the crowd. The gasps. The diners turning their heads to watch him fall apart.
Then his thoughts went to him. The guy that took what was his.
The other man who she had first greeted him that waved his hand at her.
Sitting there like he'd been waiting for her all along like he gave her all the time she needed in public, breaking his heart before she came back to him
Silas's smashed his fist on the wall , and he felt the pain again
Who the hell was he?
His thoughts spiraled faster than he could control.
'Was this Bridget's doing? Did she say something?'
'Or Alice? She's careless enough to let things slip'
'Or has Fidelia been plotting this the whole damn time?'
His last thought felt unrealistic. He had been planning this for weeks playing the role of a perfect boyfriend.
His humiliation burned deeper with every passing thought.
"No...me..she said no?" Silas was about to run mad as he kept on talking to himself. He was the rich kid from a wealthy family, and he always got everything he wanted one way or another.
'He needed those shares to gain advantage in the company'
He took his phone out from his pocket and dialled his secretary line.
"Get me everything you know on Andrian Richardson. I need to know who the hell this guy is for him to mess with me. " Then he cut and went to another number to dial, but then he stopped himself.
'No, I'll see you soon.' He tossed his phone on the bed, and the number that showed was 'Bridget' with a different love emoji.
Then he pulled off the suit he had worn and dumped it at a side in the room. He needed to change to something better.
.....
Bridget was sprawled across her bed when he found her, scrolling through her phone like nothing in the world had happened.
The sight of her calmness made his blood boil.
Silas didn't knock. He shoved the door open so hard it banged against the wall.
Bridget jumped, dropping her phone. "Jesus, Silas!"
He didn't bother with pleasantries. "What the hell did you do?!"
She blinked at him, genuinely startled. "What are you talking about?"
"Don't play dumb." He took a step inside, looming over her. "Fidelia humiliated me in front of everyone. That doesn't happen by accident."
Bridget frowned, confusion—or maybe an act of it—flickering across her face. "You think I had something to do with that? Are you insane?"
"Yes!" he snapped, his voice echoing off the walls. "Either you told her about me, or you interfered with the proposal."
Bridget shot up from the bed, her arms crossed defensively. "You're losing it, Silas. You think I'd ruin my own family? That I'd hand her ammunition against us? Why the hell would I do that?"
He glared at her, his breath heavy, searching her face for a crack in her composure.
Bridget didn't back down but she wasn't as still as she wanted him to think. Her fingers twitched at her sides. Her jaw clenched.
Silas noticed his paranoia twisted tighter.
"You're lying," he hissed.
"I'm not."
He stepped closer, forcing her to take a step back. "You've always hated her. You wanted this marriage to fall apart, didn't you? Well, congratulations. It did."
Bridget's expression hardened. "You're out of your mind. If you want someone to blame for your little public disaster, look in the mirror."
Silas froze a thought slashed through his rage like a blade.
' No… She wouldn't have told her outright. Bridget's not that reckless. But Fidelia knew too much. That means…'
He exhaled sharply, stepping back as his mind spun.
They've been talking. Behind my back.
His jaw tightened.
"Oh… I see now," he muttered, voice low and dangerous. "You two have been in contact. That's how she knew."
Bridget blinked, startled by the shift in his tone. "What? No—"
But he didn't wait for her to finish.
He stormed out, the pieces forming an ugly picture in his head.
Before he could even make it downstairs, his phone buzzed violently.
Dozens of notifications was on his phone, he unlocked it and there it was
'Breaking News'
"SHOCKING: Billionaire Silas Blackwell's Public Proposal Rejected in Front of Dozens... Who is the Mysterious New Man?"
His vision blurred with rage as he scrolled through the headlines.
"From Wedding Bells to Scandal: Fidelia Crawford Walks Out on Silas Vane"
"Public Humiliation for Vane: Fiancée Dumps Him in Front of a Crowd"
"Mystery Man Spotted Comforting Fidelia — New Lover or Business Ally?"
Every blog. Every gossip page. Every social feed.
His humiliation had gone viral.
Silas's phone wouldn't stop buzzing.
News alerts from everywhere.
"Fidelia Crawford Breaks Off Engagement in Public!"
"Humiliation for Silas Vane: Fiancée Publicly Rejects Proposal in Luxury Restaurant."
"Spotted: Fidelia Crawford Leaving with Adrian Richardson — The Richardson Empire's Elusive Heir."
Silas frowned when he saw that name.
Adrian Richardson. The multimillionaire playboy.
"He was just a multimillionaire?"
The one who had everything Silas didn't.
His stomach twisted.
At the same time, Bridget's phone rang, and she snatched it up.
"Mom?!"
On the other end, Alice's voice was sharp, panicked. "What's going on? Why am I hearing Fidelia broke off her engagement?!"
"Mom, I don't know," Bridget stammered, pacing. "But it… it seems something happened between the two of them. Something big."
Alice didn't believe her.
"Don't play dumb with me, Bridget. You know something!"
Bridget bit her lip, her stomach twisting.
Meanwhile, Silas's phone was still blowing up — texts, calls, messages.
He barked into his Bluetooth. "Get me my secretary. Now."
Seconds later, his secretary picked up.
"Take it all down," Silas ordered, his voice cold. "Every post. Every video. Every blog. I don't care what it costs. I want the news gone."