Mr. Harrison, Wake Up—Your Wife's Gone novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12

After that first comment about Amelia got thousands of likes, the floodgates opened.[]

“Doesn’t Amelia claim to be a musician? What hits has she actually produced?“]]

“No clue, but I know she quit working after marrying Nathan. Apparently she just sits at home being a trophy wife with zero work ethic.”

“Seriously don’t get what Nathan sees in Amelia when Vivian is right there!“[]

“Right?? It’s so unfair that someone as talented as Vivian only has six months left to live?“]

“Vivian is literally the purest angel in the music industry.“[]

“Amelia needs to fuck off!“]

“If Amelia had any class she’d divorce him herself and stop being so clingy!”

“Team Vivian and Nathan forever! Amelia can choke!”

The praise for Vivian and hatred for Amelia kept escalating online. Before Amelia could process it all, Louie called.[]

“Vivian is such a fucking fraud!” he exploded the second she picked up.

“Amelia, did you see her video? I swear to God-“]

“We sold her usage rights for ten million, but she’s out here claiming she wrote the whole thing!”

“Copyright law is clear–you wrote it, you own it. We’re suing her ass!”

Hearing Louie’s righteous fury made Amelia smile despite everything.[]

“Louie, slow down,” she said gently.

“How can I slow down?” His voice was shaking with rage. “Don’t read the comments, okay? I just got word that Vivian’s team is actively pushing this narrative. The whole internet is attacking you!“]

“‘‘Purest angel in the music industry‘–I’m gonna throw up!”

Amelia felt warm hearing him defend her so fiercely.[]

“Listen to me,” she said calmly. “First of all, she only claimed it was original. If the official release credits ‘Amor‘ or Cavendish Entertainment, then it’s just talk. No real harm done.“]

“Second, if we sue her, the plaintiff would be Cavendish and Amor. That means revealing my real identity.”

“I’m not ready for that yet.”

Louie gradually calmed down as he processed her logic. She was making sense, and the way she called him by his first name instead of “Mr. Cavendish” helped ease his anger.

“The stuff they’re saying online is fucking brutal,” he said. “She’s destroying you.”

Amelia looked out at the city through her car window and smiled softly. The public didn’t know her at all. Hell, even Nathan didn’t really understand what she was capable of []

Did people think being the Visconti heiress was just about being pampered? That she’d never received any real training or education?]

After everything her family had lost, did they think she’d never considered fighting back? How naive.

Amelia didn’t elaborate, but her mind was crystal clear. Still, those online comments were vicious. Even with her thick skin, they stung

Chapter 12

And Nathan… what did he think when he saw Vivian pulling this shit?]

Or maybe… this was his idea all along?

Meanwhile, Nathan was handling business at Harrison Industries.[]

The company had evolved from traditional manufacturing into a tech empire–cutting–edge AI, financial services, hardware, design, entertainment. Most people had forgotten that decades ago, Harrison Industries had been just another old–money manufacturing firm.]

Nathan had spearheaded the transformation himself, leading the company into emerging markets and crushing their competition. Everyone respected his abilities.

Even though Nathan was the only Harrison heir–no siblings to compete with–his individual talent was worth more than entire dynasties of rivals. After back–to–back board meetings, he sat in his corner office on the top floor, rubbing his temples.

The massive floor–to–ceiling windows overlooked all of Manhattan. The Harrison building stood at the heart of the financial district, the entire skyscraper owned by the company. Traffic flowed like rivers far below–this was the center of the universe for ambitious people.

Nathan’s phone buzzed against his mahogany desk. A text from Vivian.[]

Nathan, can I come pick you up from work tonight??[]

Back in her design studio, Vivian was lounging on her white couch, scrolling through the online chaos with pure satisfaction.[]

“Perfect work,” she said into her phone. “Keep pushing the anti–Amelia narrative. I want a few more trending topics before the live show. By then, I’ll be untouchable.“[]

After hanging up, she noticed her “nurse” hovering nearby looking anxious.

“What’s your problem now?” Vivian asked bluntly.[]

The woman fidgeted. “Miss Hope, are you sure this is smart? What if there are copyright issues? What if Cavendish Entertainment comes after you?“]

Vivian laughed. “We paid them ten million. What more do they want?“]

“But still…” the woman looked worried.

Vivian checked her phone, waiting for Nathan’s reply. “Cavendish is one of the major investors in ‘Voice of Heaven.‘ The more buzz I create, the better their ratings and revenue. They’ll look the other way.”

“Plus they have their own contestants competing. Higher attention means more exposure for their talent. Worst case scenario, I do some cross–promotion with their artists.“]

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