Uncle Kelvin had no children, and I was his sole heir.
The fortune he left overseas was enough to propel me into the ranks of the world's wealthiest elites.
My heart raced with excitement, and all I could think about was sharing this joy with Keira.
I imagined how, with this inheritance, she could live the life of a true lady of leisure, never again burdened by the endless demands of the Fanning Corporation.
But the moment I reached her on the phone, before I could even breathe a word about Uncle Kelvin's will, her sharp voice cut through, full of impatience, scolding me for disturbing her rest.
And in the background, I caught the sound of Keanu's smug, taunting laughter curling through the line.
The next second, Keira hung up on me.
All the joy and excitement I had felt only moments ago crumbled into nothingness.
In that instant, whatever bond we once shared was completely shattered.
When the old butler heard of it, he quietly ordered an investigation into Keanu, intending to help me teach him a harsh lesson.
But what they uncovered was far worse; Keanu's life was riddled with deep, irreparable flaws.
If Keira insisted on staying with him, she would be walking straight into ruin.
Even so, warning her was pointless.
She simply thought I was maliciously slandering him.
Forget it, no words can awaken those who refuse to listen, and no mercy can save someone hellbent on their own destruction.
I had already signed the divorce papers; from this moment on, her life and her choices no longer concerned me.
I was lost in old memories when the shrill ring of my phone pulled me back. The caller was the old butler.
His voice was low, edged with something unusual. "Young Master, the Fanning Corporation released an announcement. Their slander has already climbed to the top of the trending searches. Looks like they're determined to ruin your name. Shall I have those things wiped from the internet?"
Intrigued, I opened the trending page. There it was, the top three slots were plastered with lies. They painted me as a man drowning in lust, chasing women, and even claimed I had contracted a venereal disease.
The company's announcement skirted around the truth, vaguely noting my dismissal and stating that Keira had signed our divorce agreement.
In an instant, the internet erupted into heated discussion.
"I never realized it before, turns out Gael is nothing but a scumbag!"
"I used to think he adored his wife, but clearly it was all just an act."
"The Fanning Corporation already issued a statement, stripped him of his VP title, and Keira signed the divorce agreement. He even left with nothing. This proves the rumors are true; he really did fool around and even caught a disease."
"Sisters, take this as a warning: stay far away from men like him!”
The tide of public opinion surged, spreading like wildfire. It was obvious someone was fanning the flames behind the scenes.
And just as the old butler had said, Keira wanted nothing less than to utterly destroy my name.
I told the old butler, "Leave the online gossip alone. If Keira and Keanu are so eager to destroy my name, then I'll give them exactly what they want."
"When a month has passed, once I've collected the divorce certificate from Keira, I'll make sure to settle the score with them."
Until then, I stayed at the Harington family's old residence, shutting out the noise of the outside world.
When the day came for us to collect the divorce certificate, I arrived at the City Hall and the first thing I saw was Keira, arm-in-arm with Keanu, their bodies leaning close, laughter spilling between them as if the world belonged to them alone.
