The moment Alexander saw her injured and bleeding, his first words weren’t laced with concern. Instead, they were cold and detached.

"Have you learned your lesson yet?"

Even a stranger on the street would have stopped to ask if she was alright. But her own husband? He was waiting for an apology. Amy couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.

Alexander’s brows furrowed. "What’s so amusing?"

She wiped the blood from her forehead, her clothes stained with wilted lettuce and egg yolk, making her look like a complete mess.

"I’m laughing at how everything I’ve worked for has been destroyed in an instant," she said, her voice hollow.

She didn’t bother cleaning herself up. Through the car window, her gaze locked onto Alexander’s, her expression blank.

"Is this your revenge? Orchestrating an online witch hunt, sending a mob after me—all to punish me for what happened to your precious Victoria?"

Alexander was silent for a long moment. "You think I did this?"

"Isn’t it obvious?" Amy let out a humorless chuckle. "I moved to a new place. No one should have found me that quickly unless they had inside information. Who else would go this far? Didn’t you have Nathan warn me that I’d regret my choices?"

She held his gaze, unflinching. "If you can’t stand the thought of Victoria suffering, why not just divorce me? Then you two can be together openly, without any obstacles."

A flicker of anger crossed Alexander’s face. "Amy, I’ve told you a thousand times—Victoria and I aren’t what you think. Can you stop with this baseless drama?"

Amy smirked. "If you don’t divorce me, expect more drama."

Alexander’s eyes turned icy. "So you’re determined to stay stubborn?"

"Yes."

He let out a bitter laugh. "Fine. Let’s see how long you last without coming to me for help."

With that, he drove off, leaving Amy standing alone in the street.

Another day passed, and the storm around Amy only grew worse.

Alexander hadn’t spoken a word in her defense. He hadn’t lifted a finger to suppress the scandal. His silence made her an easy target, and the world was eager to tear her apart.

While Alexander remained quiet, Victoria took to social media.

"My hospitalization had nothing to do with Ms. Sinclair. The incident by the lake was an accident, and we’ve already resolved it. I don’t intend to press charges."

"As for the rumors about Ms. Sinclair stealing my boyfriend—that’s ancient history. Let’s not bring it up again."

The internet exploded.

By claiming the lake incident was resolved, Victoria only confirmed the suspicion that Amy had pushed her. And by mentioning the past without clarifying, she subtly reinforced the idea that Amy had been the other woman.

But Alexander, Victoria, and Nathan knew the truth—when Amy and Alexander got together, he and Victoria had already ended things.

Then, another scandal broke.

Amy was linked to Benjamin Carter, a renowned musician known for his talent and charm. But being tied to a married woman—especially Alexander Blackwood’s wife—earned him his own share of backlash.

And still, the nightmare wasn’t over.

Just when Amy thought things couldn’t get worse, the police arrived at her door.

"Ms. Sinclair, we’ve received a report accusing you of attempted murder. You’ll need to come with us for questioning."

They took her to the station.

The internet was full of theories, with some calling for her arrest, but speculation wasn’t evidence. Neither Rachel’s fall into the lake nor the near-miss with the car could prove Amy had murderous intent.

The interrogation dragged on from morning until night. Finally, with nothing substantial to hold her on, they had no choice but to release her.

As she stepped out of the interrogation room, a young officer rushed over to the lead detective, whispering something urgently.

The detective’s eyes narrowed. "Are you sure?"