Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 873

Vivian left amid a storm of insults, slipping away with her proposal in hand, humiliated.

She knew very well—what happened in West Ridge was years ago. There was no evidence left. If Zachary wanted to take her down, his only weapon was public opinion. And clearly, he understood that. This entire ambush had been crafted with that in mind.

When it came to morality, people loved to play God. Everyone thought they stood on higher moral ground.

Vivian stared at her phone. The negative press was endless. Article after article, she could barely keep up.

One particularly long post had a video embedded at the bottom.

It was a tour of the abandoned factory in West Ridge. The camera started from the foot of the mountain and slowly moved through the factory gates. The footage was chilling—broken-down machines, rotting beams, and the haunting silence of a place where too many had died. Their stories, their remains, had become part of the ruin.

The video’s title read: Let Them Come Home.

Nothing could’ve hit harder than that. Even without legal consequences, the public backlash was overwhelming—just like the moment she was kicked out earlier.

“Have PR responded yet?” she asked tightly.

Her assistant shook her head. “Miss Wilson, I can’t get through to anyone at the company.”

“What do you mean, you can’t get through?” Vivian’s voice cracked with disbelief.

The assistant hesitated, then dropped her voice. “I think... Mr. Wilson ordered them not to respond.”

Vivian went pale. She didn’t say another word.

News of the failed bid reached Mr. Wilson almost immediately.

The Wilson household sank into dead silence. Not a single servant dared to breathe too loudly. A suffocating tension filled the air.

“What did you just say?” Mr. Wilson turned, stunned, toward his trusted aide.

He understood every word—but strung together, they felt like a foreign language. Impossible.

“How is that even possible?” His voice trembled. In that instant, it was like he’d aged a decade. His full head of white hair made him look suddenly frail and worn.

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