When the Lights Go Out in Manhattan Chapter 12

Hearing that, I walked up to Chloe.

I didn't slap her. That would be undignified, and security would come.

I just leaned in close and spoke clearly and calmly, so only the two of us could hear.

"If you speak to me like that again, I will send the photos you sent me—you know, the ones of you and Julian in the hotel bed—along with screenshots of your pathetic texts, to Page Six of the New York Post. If you want to be famous for the wrong reasons, go ahead."

Chloe covered her face, trembling with rage, but couldn't utter a single word.

Julian, face dark, pressed me.

"What hotel photos? Eleanor, you're divorcing me over a random photo? I don't accept it! Do you hear me, Eleanor?!..."

Seeing me and the young man, whose name was Leo, about to leave, Julian snapped.

He actually raised his fist to hit him.

When I stepped in front of Leo without hesitation to protect him, Julian's face, pale from illness a second ago, instantly turned red, veins bulging.

"Julian, go find a mirror. You're acting like a jealous high schooler at your age. Seriously, have some dignity."

Julian's face went from red to white.

Overcome with acute rage, he started coughing violently.

He coughed and coughed, until he suddenly vomited a mouthful of fresh blood.

I just looked at Leo calmly. "Let's go. This has nothing to do with us."

Half an hour later, after visiting my friend, I walked out of the hospital with Leo.

When I apologized for dragging him into that farce, Leo joked:

"Buy me dinner, add me on socials, and we're even."

There was no time like the present. We had dinner nearby, added each other on social media, and said goodbye.

A few days later, someone posted the video of our confrontation at the hospital on TikTok.

Soon, someone recognized Chloe as the influencer.

Since the video explicitly mentioned "my wife," Julian's legal marriage to me was exposed.

For a while, the hashtag #HamptonsHomewrecker went viral.

Even though Chloe posted dozens of so-called "clarifications" and eventually deleted all her accounts, she couldn't quell the storm.

Netizens crowned her the "Bedside Mistress."

She was socially dead in the digital world.