CHAPTER 11: CHAPTER 11: MRS. FORDHAM’S IDENTITY IS ABOUT TO BE EXPOSED

Victoria Monroe saw the news; her first thought was that her identity as Mrs. Fordham was about to be exposed?

Below the story, the accompanying photo was of Julian Fordham holding roses and embracing her at the airport today.

In recent years, real estate has rapidly declined, with many established domestic companies declaring bankruptcy and reorganizing.

Meanwhile, Julian Fordham has thrived in the tech field, developing his own chip that broke through the longstanding technological blockade from abroad, quickly becoming a new tycoon in Kenton with unlimited prospects.

Whenever faced with media interviews about his family, he always expresses his love for his wife frankly and openly in front of the camera.

Everyone knows he loves his wife deeply, yet because of his excessive protection, no one knows the true identity of his wife.

Victoria Monroe looked at the photo, her sunglasses and mask nearly obscuring her entire face, leaving only the trench coat and the exposed hem of her purple dress visible. She finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily, her face wasn’t exposed.

Once exposed, the marriage couldn’t possibly end in the short term.

Her intention was to divorce, not to bankrupt him, especially since half of his assets belong to her. She doesn’t want her own assets to shrink due to some inexplicable reason.

But with this news suddenly breaking at this critical moment, could it be Julian Fordham’s doing to stop her from divorcing?

This thought lingered for just a moment before disappearing completely.

If he wanted to expose her, he has so many photos of the two of them on his phone; wouldn’t any picture with her full face make the news spread faster?

It’s probably because he’s too high-profile, someone took a photo and posted it online.

Victoria Monroe didn’t pay much attention, this type of news has a maximum of three minutes of fame and will soon disappear.

She glanced at the public comments for a while, then drowsiness hit, and she fell asleep on the couch.

Unbeknownst to her, a camera hidden within the living room’s painting quietly began to work.

Julian Fordham didn’t go far; his car circled around the neighborhood before finally stopping at the villa next to their marital home.

He entered the house using his fingerprints.

Victoria Monroe had no idea that Julian Fordham had purchased the adjacent villa; he managed to persuade her to return home at last, not allowing any other man the chance to glimpse his wife even privately.

He turned on the television, which displayed various surveillance images.

During his business trips, this was his only pastime; no matter how far apart they were, he’d always find time to see what Victoria Monroe was doing.

There were several cameras in the living room and one in the bedroom.

He zoomed in on the living room scene; Victoria Monroe was curled up asleep on the sofa, while October played with the fur ball on the carpet.

Soft light settled over her perfectly flawless angelic face.

Julian Fordham gazed intently with infatuation, "Victoria, we will never be apart, never."

The next day.

Victoria Monroe groggily awoke from the sofa, a blanket covering her.

She lifted her gaze and saw Mrs. Xue in the yard.

It must be Mrs. Xue who covered her with the blanket, right?

Victoria Monroe felt that her sleep these past two days was better than before, with not many other pregnancy symptoms.

She didn’t give it much thought, tossed the blanket aside, and stood up, breakfast already waiting on the table.

It was porridge from her favorite place, which she had just finished eating.

Mrs. Xue entered with a bouquet of freshly cut roses, a bright smile on her face, "Madam, these were bought early in the morning by people your husband sent to line up, see how much he cares for you."

Victoria Monroe didn’t respond, instead she took the scissors to trim the branches and place them in the vase.

While tidying up, Mrs. Xue reminded her, "Oh, right, your husband wants to meet you at Solis Bay at eight tonight. Hehe, he must be planning a surprise for you."

Victoria Monroe was well aware he was trying to rekindle their feelings by revisiting old memories.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t the naive female lead in a melodrama; her heart had already turned cold as the knife used in a supermarket to kill fish.

Just as well, she intended to discuss her comeback plans with him.

While arranging the flowers, she accidentally pricked her fingertip on the rose’s thorn, causing blood to spill out.

"Oh my, how can you be so careless, Madam? If your husband saw, he’d be heartbroken again."

Victoria Monroe gazed at the blood on the flower branches, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

As the sun set and moon rose, she drove to Solis Bay.

Just after she left, Mrs. Xue reported clandestinely to Julian Fordham, "Madam has already set off. Sir, you must seize the opportunity! Use the tips I taught you, be domineering and wild, and no matter how mad she gets, her anger will subside."

No one knew she initially was a fan of the Victoria Monroe and Rhys Hawthorne ship.

Originally shipping Victoria and Rhys, later discovering "Julian & Victoria" was even more appealing.

The key was this path was unknown to others; only she enjoyed the experience exclusively.

A few kilometers outside, Victoria Monroe received a phone call from Autumn Fordham.

"Sister-in-law, are you free now? I crashed into the roadside; I can’t reach my brother’s phone. I don’t know what to do."

"Where are you?"

"Elysia."

"Wait for me five minutes, I’m coming over."

Not far from the neighborhood, Victoria Monroe drove over.

She used to have a good relationship with Autumn Fordham until last year when she refused to give Autumn Fordham a male actor’s contact details.

On the surface, the male actor seemed charming, but he loved playing the role of a couple on set.

Given such a history, how could Victoria Monroe introduce him to Julian Fordham’s sister? She kindly advised her against pursuing that man.

Although Autumn Fordham responded nicely, she gradually became distant; had there not been an incident nearby today, she probably wouldn’t contact Victoria Monroe.

After years of knowing her, Victoria Monroe had always treated her like a sister.

Upon arriving, she saw a silver-gray Porsche 918 crashed into a streetlamp.

Beside it, a woman in clubbing attire with a cigarette in one hand and a phone in the other chatted happily with someone, seemingly unbothered by the damage to the car.

This version of Autumn Fordham made Victoria Monroe feel unfamiliar.

Julian Fordham’s value skyrocketing over the years made his generosity towards family normal, but Autumn Fordham started enjoying the pleasures of wealth, walking a path of no return.

Seeing Victoria Monroe, Autumn Fordham quickly put her phone away and came over, clinging to her hand and whining, "Sister-in-law, you finally made it; what should we do?"

"Did you report to insurance?"

"I don’t know how, can you help me?"

Victoria Monroe guided her through the process and hung up, "On such a wide road, how did you manage to hit a streetlamp?"

"I’m still getting used to the new car; the speed was too fast, and I lost control. Sister-in-law, don’t scold me, I didn’t do it on purpose. Were you meeting my brother around this time? Am I interrupting you?"

As the sky darkened, Victoria Monroe thought being half an hour late wouldn’t matter. It’s not a lottery prize; why rush?

"It’s fine."

When Victoria Monroe arrived at the agreed location, she saw Julian Fordham holding a bouquet of roses with deep affection, walking toward a woman who had her back to him.

Fireworks at that moment shot into the sky, bursting into countless stars.

Julian Fordham knelt on one knee beneath the magnificent fireworks.

The woman wasn’t anyone else but Rachel Hayes.

Victoria Monroe felt as though someone forcibly tore open her heart, a complete heart shredded into countless pieces, bleeding profusely in unseen places.

Her whole body felt as if drenched in icy water, instantly freezing, binding her in place.

She wanted to speak but her throat was bitter, unable to utter a sound; she could only gaze blankly at the two of them, her nose tinged with sourness.

Victoria Monroe finally received the fireworks she’d been owed, but unfortunately, they weren’t meant for her.

He broke their vows under the fireworks.

Julian Fordham sincerely confessed his love, Rachel Hayes’s silhouette remarkably similar to Victoria Monroe’s; she even wore a purple cheongsam today.

As she turned with joy to accept the flowers, a photo captured the moment.

"Bang!"

Fireworks burst in the air, illuminating Julian Fordham’s pale, handsome face.

"How could it be you?"

Rachel Hayes melodramatically explained, "I was watching the fireworks here when I heard a familiar voice and turned around; I didn’t expect it to be President Fordham..."

Her words beyond that, Julian Fordham couldn’t hear; he mechanically turned and saw Victoria Monroe standing on the steps.

Looking back from afar, she smirked, her eyes tinged with disdain and mockery.

Then she turned away, without any hesitation.

"Honey, listen to my explanation!" Julian Fordham shouted hoarsely, calling her name.