Chapter 176 Do You Still Want Your Husband?

Zia had been heavily drunk earlier, but after all that commotion, her mind seemed clearer now. I lowered my head, staring at my phone, struggling to find the words to answer her question. Perhaps because I had been reborn, the changes in Yvette and Randall had been drastic, leaving me unable to predict their next moves. But in my past life, they did end up getting married. Her eyes were fixed on my face, her pale fingers clenched so tightly that her knuckles cracked. She leaned back against the chair. Her reddened eyes glistened, and her face was etched with despair. "I get it now. Three years… It's been three years with Randall. I always thought we would get married. He was the love of my life, but now, it's all over… How ridiculous. "Owen, aren't you sad? Why does it feel like… like you don't care at all?" I remained silent. Their three years of love—wasn't mine the same? Yvette and I had been married for three years too. When I first learned she had someone else, I was just like Zia—devastated and completely lost. As for heartbreak, I had already been torn apart in my past life. In this one, I would never shed another tear for Yvette. Nancy, who was driving, let out an exasperated sigh. "Are you sure this isn't just a misunderstanding? Yvette would never fall for someone else!" I adjusted my shirt, my tone indifferent. "She never loved me to begin with. She simply fell in love with a man." Nancy was momentarily stunned. She wanted to argue but held back. Finally, she said, "I think there's been a misunderstanding. I'll call Yvette right now. We can clear this up face-to-face. We can't just believe that man's version of the story! "Yvette cheating? Impossible! Maybe anyone else, but not her! I—" I sneered and cut her off coldly, "Impossible? The facts are right in front of us. Don't call her. I don't want to see her." "Owen—" "Don't mention her again, or get out of the car." Nancy sighed in frustration and kept her eyes on the road, saying nothing more. In the rearview mirror, one could see that a deep frown etched on her face, the tension never easing. Zia, still drunk, had already fallen back into sleep. The phone in my hand suddenly rang. Seeing that it was a former college classmate I had contacted last night, I quickly answered. "How's it going?" I asked with a smile. The voice on the other end sounded equally pleased. "Everything is on track. Lila already has plenty of attention. She's talented, capable, and beautiful. "Plus, those personal stories you shared—her loyalty and resilience—they've really struck a chord with the audience. The video I posted blew up as soon as it went live. "That said, while public opinion is strong, getting the show postponed won't be easy. Based on how viral my video is, they'll likely reach out privately. The fact that they haven't yet means they're still watching and waiting." I nodded, the situation becoming clearer. Yvette was a sharp businesswoman. What kind of businessperson would willingly take a loss? While Lila's presence could undoubtedly boost the show's popularity, delaying production would cost a fortune. It would also require extensive coordination with various platforms, which was a logistical nightmare. I pressed my lips together thoughtfully, my eyes glinting with calculation. "I'll fly out to Lila's side tomorrow and talk to the production team directly. In the meantime, keep fanning the flames. Push Lila's popularity as high as you can." "No problem. We could even find more influencers like her, who already have a following, to work with. I've got some content on hand—I'll get it rolling." "Good. I'll touch base with you tomorrow." After hanging up, I opened the trending topics on my phone. As expected, Lila's name was at the top of the list. Her popularity had climbed even higher than it had the day before. Most netizens hoped she could remain on the show. Her talent was undeniable, and it would be a real loss if she were to withdraw. However, there were also critics who lashed out, accusing her of breaking the rules by leaving the set and questioning why she should be allowed to stay. I quietly scrolled through the comments, refraining from offering any opinion. After all, I had my own agenda. I sent a text to Kenny, inviting him to meet on behalf of the production team. It didn't take long for him to reply, as he was already with the production crew. "Tomorrow evening at half past six. The location is..." Nancy glanced at me in the rearview mirror. "Owen, where are you heading tomorrow?" I kept my gaze on my phone and answered casually, "To Sylicia. I'll be taking leave tomorrow. I'll send you the form later." Nancy, naturally, didn't object. After all, I had originally planned to resign, and it was her who insisted I stay. She cleared her throat and smiled. "What time is your flight? There's an exhibition tomorrow morning. If your flight's in the afternoon or evening, could you attend on my behalf? Just take a look around and talk to some people. It's not a big deal." I set my phone down and looked at her with mild exasperation. "Can't you send someone else? Am I the only artist in Aurora Gaming Studio?" "Who else has your reputation and keen eye? Owen, please just help me out this once! You're about to leave and apprentice with a master. I won't even get to see you anymore. "Just do me this favor. Let me bask in your glory one last time, alright?" I checked my schedule. The exhibition would end by half past eleven in the morning, and my meeting with the production team wasn't until the evening. It was doable. "Fine. For the sake of you protecting me today, I'll give you this one." Nancy grinned, teasing me for being so ruthless earlier. She admitted that she had been too scared to move at the time and figured Yvette must have suffered a lot. Nancy finally shut up when I glared at her. After dropping me off at home, she went on to take Zia back. I lay on my bed to rest, unaware that as soon as I was gone, Nancy immediately called Yvette. Nancy said urgently, "Yvette, something major has just happened! You have no idea what I've just been through! Do you still want your husband or not? "What's the deal with that Randall guy? What's your relationship with him? He even came to provoke your husband at his doorstep! I'm so furious! If I were him, I wouldn't want you either..."