It may have been a post slandering me, but the contents were so funny I couldnât take it seriously. However, the comments below the post were even worse.
river1911: âHow is she still alive? Itâs amazing that those guys havenât already killed her.â
xx_love_xx: âAs a woman, she is lower than pond scum. How shameful.â
m00nlights0nata: âI know her. Sheâs just a whore who loves to seduce taken men. Be careful!
âAre these idiots blind? Eve is the most well-behaved woman I have ever known. How could she have time to hook up with other guys? Youâre done for,â Christopher murmured as he typed furiously.
christopherlane: âWho has she seduced? Do you have any proof? Did you know that your brain isnât made for making up stories? Just wait for your own boyfriend to dump you. If you make up any more rumors, youâre screwed.â
m00nlights0nata: âDonât get all high and mighty because youâre using Christopher Laneâs name as a username. Come and fight me if youâre so mad. Yvonne deserves to get hated on. Why are you protecting her? I bet youâre Yvonne herself. You might as well go hang yourself for all the sh*t youâve done.â
christopherlane: âDid she kill your family or burn down your house? Has she stolen your man? No wonder youâre single with a mouth like a septic tank.â
Christopher read the replies out loud as he typed them. He would jump from comment to comment, retaliating against them as if he were an 18-year-old keyboard warrior.
As I watched, I couldnât help but giggle. Christopher turned around and was about to say something when his computer ding-ed.
m00nlights0nata: âIâm pretty enough to find a man who will take me as his wife, not as a mistress. Once a wh*re, you remain a wh*e. Ms. Tanner, you just wait for Christopher Lane to get rid of you.
Christopher slammed a hand on the desk and yelled, âIâm going to get someone to hack into this userâs laptop and expose all of her private information!â
âChris, thatâs just some kidâs talk. Donât worry about it,â I said as I tugged his sleeve gently. I couldnât help but chuckle at the sight of his anxious expression. I couldnât believe he could be this cute.
âI donât care. If I donât get revenge on this person, I might as well get struck by lightning.â Christopher speedily dialed a number and hissed, âIn one hour, I want you to hack whoever wrote this post and the accounts of all the replies under it. Expose all their private information and post it on every single website available.â
âMr. Lane, itâs three-thirty in the morning!â the person on the other end protested sleepily.
âSo what? You can have tomorrow off if you settle this right now. If not, youâre fired.â Christopher hung up his phone and slammed it on the table.
I squeezed in next to him on the sofa and leaned on his shoulder. He was glaring at the computer screen like a child throwing a hissy fit, and I poked his cheek while giggling. âYou should be sleeping now. Why did you wake up to do something so pointless?â
âThis isnât pointless. How could I allow anyone to spread those sorts of stories about my wife? I had to do something,â Christopher said dully.
âThey can say whatever they want, but we know the truth. What does it matter if they spread rumors like these? Youâre wise enough to know that the truth and is what matters. Why stoop to their level when you can just laugh at them for being dumb?â I chuckled and snuggled into him even more. I knew he had been in a bad mood since the moment he came home, so Julia must have said something.â
âThatâs a pretty far-fetched consolation,â Christopher said with a straight face. He buried his head into my chest. âWhy donât you tell them off instead?â
I didnât know what to say to that. As expected, Christopher still cared about what Monica did and Juliaâs attitude toward us. He might not say it, but they were people he cared about after all.
âOkay, then, wise boy. How do you want to go about everything?â I asked mildly.
Christopher narrowed his eyes and they glinted coldly with his stare. âI want to blow this up to the point that everyone hears about it.â