CHAPTER 89: CHAPTER 89: OH NO, CONFESSED TO THE WRONG PERSON

So the reason he asked her out for this so-called "breakup dinner" was just to let her witness his happiness firsthand?

Her heart felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing it tightly, causing a dull ache in her chest.

Under the gaze of everyone present, Aiden Fordham walked step by step toward the stage.

As he reached the front of the stage, he suddenly knelt down on one knee.

The room fell utterly silent; all eyes focused on him.

He lifted his head, gazing deeply at that silhouette, finally beginning the confession he’d been rehearsing for so long:

"Stella, I’m sorry!"

"Please forgive me for taking all these years to truly come to you."

"For the past three years, I failed to cherish you, failed to really become part of your life; that’s my regret."

"I’ve made many mistakes, I’ve hurt you—please, forgive me, won’t you? Come back to me!"

The heartfelt confession and apology echoed throughout the entire third floor.

When he finished, he took out a velvet box from his pocket, opened it, and revealed an enormous pink diamond ring sparkling under the lights—over thirty carats!

At the same time, the drones in the sky formed a giant heart-shaped pattern.

Right after, countless pink rose petals began fluttering down from above, as if the most romantic petal rain in the world had just begun.

Screams from the audience nearly tore the roof off!

"Ahhh! It’s so beautiful! So romantic!"

"Who could resist an apology like that?"

"The richest man’s apology is so next-level, so sincere!"

Everyone whipped out their phones to capture it, the media flashes illuminating the entire space.

Keegan Lindsey stood not far off, anxiously watching, urgently directing the live broadcast crew: "Film it! Stream everything! Make sure to document this most beautiful moment!"

Stella Grant listened from afar to every word of his "deeply affectionate" confession and apology, watching as he orchestrated this century-defining romance. Suddenly, her eyes stung unbearably.

On stage, the woman slowly turned around under the expectant gaze of the crowd.

Her face was already drenched in tears, overcome with excitement.

But when the face came fully into view—

It wasn’t Stella Grant!

It was Corinne Kensington!

Aiden Fordham’s expression, so full of tenderness, froze instantly. His face darkened visibly, black as a pan.

How could it be her?!

Where was Stella Grant?!

He shot up, scanning the crowd sharply, but the one he thought would be there was nowhere to be seen!

Fury at being tricked surged straight to his head!

"Clear the floor!"

His cold voice left no room for negotiation, shattering the romantic atmosphere in an instant.

But Corinne Kensington was completely lost in her own joy. Lifting her skirt, she rushed forward and hugged Aiden Fordham’s waist tightly, weeping: "Aiden! I knew it! I knew you had me in your heart!"

The security detail, already in position, efficiently began clearing out the crowd and abruptly disconnected all live feeds from the media.

Keegan Lindsey’s legs nearly gave out, face turning deathly pale.

What’s happening?

How did the female lead turn out to be Corinne Kensington?

Where was the madam?

Where did things go wrong? He’d clearly seen the madam arrive and had sent someone to invite her onstage.

It’s all over now, completely screwed!

Stella Grant was ushered out of the third floor along with the crowd by the security guards.

The people around her were still buzzing with excitement.

"I bet President Fordham and Best Actress Kensington want some privacy, that’s why they cleared the place, right?"

"Best Actress Kensington is so lucky! I told you, she’s the real richest wife!"

"I really didn’t expect Magnate Fordham to be so romantic and devoted in private. Even his apology makes global headlines, how can you not fall for him?"

Back on the third floor, the atmosphere was so cold it could freeze.

Aiden Fordham’s ridiculously handsome face was now black enough to drip ink.

Got the apology target wrong? This was a monumental humiliation!

The air pressure around him dropped so severely it scared everyone nearby.

Corinne Kensington was still stupidly floating inside her happy bubble, a silly grin stuck to her face.

She looked up, eyes sparkling as she gazed at him.

"Aiden, you haven’t put the ring on my finger yet."

That sentence was the last straw that set Aiden Fordham off.

"Snap."

He slammed the jewelry box shut, fast and furious, without a hint of hesitation.

"Corinne Kensington!"

Aiden Fordham’s voice was ice-cold, every word pounding right into Corinne Kensington’s heart.

His gaze was sharp, filled with unconcealed disgust and rage.

"You dared drug me that night? From the moment you had that thought, you should have known—between us, nev-er-going-to-happen!"

He bit out each syllable distinctly.

After he finished, he didn’t even glance at the collapsed woman.

He turned, strode away, decisively, his back as harsh as stone.

Corinne Kensington felt all her strength drained. With a thud, she collapsed onto the icy floor.

The beautiful dream had completely shattered. Tears spilled uncontrollably, streaming down her face.

She clenched her fists so hard her nails dug deep into her palms, stinging sharply.

But no physical pain could match a fraction of what was in her heart.

She raised her tear-filled eyes, staring in the direction Aiden Fordham disappeared. At first, shock and disbelief, but soon, a bitter hatred took over.

Corinne Kensington’s teeth ground together, her lips twisting into a distorted smile.

Stella Grant... If I can’t have him,

You can forget about it too!

Nobody will!

Stella Grant quietly walked out of the restaurant and stopped at the door, turning back for one last look.

On the third floor terrace, pink petals still danced in the air, and the drones spelled out "Stellaria" in dazzling light.

So beautiful.

The phone rang endlessly—it was Aiden Fordham calling. She hesitated but picked up.

"Stella Grant, where are you?" His voice was desperate and anxious.

She took a deep breath, calmly said, "Aiden Fordham, I saw everything. It was truly beautiful. I wish you... happiness."

She hung up and powered off her phone.

She tried to force a nonchalant smile, but something cold and wet trickled from her eye.

Stella Grant quickly ducked her head and blended into the crowd, refusing to let anyone see her emotions.

When Aiden Fordham called again, her line was already dead.

He was like an ant on a hot pan now. He strode outside, threw a murderous look at Keegan Lindsey.

"If you can’t find Stella Grant, then go rot in Mardale!"

Mardale was a living hell on the borderlands, a lawless wilderness where even a dog would lose a kidney. Just thinking about it made the scalp tingle.

"Yes, I’ll find her, immediately!" Keegan Lindsey frantically pulled out his phone.

Cleaning up today’s mess was an impossible task; if he couldn’t handle it, he was as good as dead!

Meanwhile, inside the fast-moving Maybach, Andy Lockwood stared at the Stellaria Restaurant proposal live stream that had just been abruptly cut.

Seeing Aiden Fordham’s shocked and furious face, he couldn’t help bursting out in a long, hearty laugh.

"Hahahaha! Aiden Fordham, finally it’s your turn!"

He picked up his phone and instructed his assistant:

"Since The Great President Fordham loves public proposals so much, how can we not support him all the way?"

"Contact every global media partner. Push the news of President Fordham’s touching confession to Best Actress Kensington everywhere for me!"

"Trending topics! Buy them all! Ten days straight!"

After hanging up, his eyes glinted with excitement.

This drama is only getting more interesting!

"President Lockwood, Miss Grant is right up ahead!" the driver suddenly called out.