Revenge In Repose (Valerie and Aiden) novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106

“Seriously? Meredith barely said a word, yet you still dragged her into this mess. Poor girl really got the short end of the stick, someone corusion

“Talk about picking the wrong friends.”

If no one had mentioned it, Meredith might have let it slide. But with everyone talking, she too felt Jasmine had gone way too far,

‘Honestly, even if she truly felt that way, some things are better left unsaid, Meredith thought.

But Jasmine burst into hysterical sobs. Seeing the crowd’s reaction, she whirled around and fled, wailing at the top of her lungs.

Seeing this, the crowd found the situation had lost its appeal and quickly dispersed.

While the crowd had dispersed in real life, the forum erupted like a volcano, instantly setting off tidal waves of gossip.

The viral post that went up over the weekend took a dramatic turn. The tide in the comments section completely shifted–almost every previous remark

was edited. What began as endless insults, slander, and defamation was uniformly replaced by a single line. [Valerie, we’re sorry.]

With hundreds of comments in the thread being edited like this, it became instantly clear who were just bystanders and who were malicious trolls.

Just as Adrienne was about to finish reading the dramatic twist in the post, she suddenly saw it had been deleted.

Adrienne felt a pang of regret as she closed the tab, only to immediately spot a new thread popping up.

[SHOCKING. The finance mogul lecturing today is actually the campus belle’s husband–the very one who got completely trashed online just days ago?]

The moment this post went live, it triggered another tsunami of reactions.

The main post featured a photo of Valerie and Aiden standing beside a Rolls–Royce–she holding a bouquet, he leaning in slightly. Though the picture was blurry and shot from afar, their love seems to overflow the screen.

The comments section exploded with [perfect match], [made for each other], and [I love it].

Meanwhile, a flurry of new threads sprang up across the forum like mushrooms after rain. [Conspiracy or Jealousy? The Campus Belle and Her Roommate’s Love–Hate Saga.]

But the most viral post was an apology thread, simply titled: [Valerie, I’m Sorry.]

Everyone took a closer look at the poster. It was that same notorious account that had ruthlessly trashed Valerie before.

When everyone clicked into the post, they quickly realized this so–called apology was anything but sincere.

She admitted to smearing Valerie’s name, but insisted it wasn’t intentional.

In her words, she just couldn’t believe the poor campus belle suddenly came into money through honest means, so she decided to expose Valerie and let everyone see her true colors.

From start to finish, she kept making herself out to be some righteous crusader–just couldn’t stand Valerie ‘deceiving‘ their fellow students, so she had to ‘expose‘ her and let everyone know the truth.

In fact, most students didn’t even know Valerie. Even though she was the campus belle, she kept such a low profile that she was prac

nvisible.

Well now, thanks to Jasmine’s so–called righteous crusade, Valerie was instantly thrust into the spotlight–and just like that, she became the talk of the entire campus.

Even the university administrators were stunned by the shocking revelation. Valerie was Aiden’s wife, Reano University’s campus belle, and the face of

their institution.

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The comments section under this so called apology post was absolutely savage.

(No apology for stealing Valerie’s skincare? No apology for swiping her clothes? No apology for smearing her as a boyfriend steater? Senourly!)

[The cost of committing a crime is ridiculously low. This is straight–up defamation. And you think a simple apology cuts it? You should be publicly humiliated do it live.)

At the same time, another post skyrocketed to the top of the trending. Just realized Valerie’s husband donated 3 million dollars to our university

Forum Post: [So get this–the entire 3–million–dollar donation was clearly earmarked for upgrading the jewelry department’s equipment and buying new

musical instruments.

[It’s way more than needed, but

those were the only things the domineering Mr. Walker specifically demanded. And, coincidentally, Valerie just happens to be in the jewelry department and loves playing the piano.]

[Holy shit. They’re so loving.]

[OMG. What did I do to deserve seeing this? I’m so jealous.]

[Valerie isn’t just into piano; she’s learning vocals too. I always see her borrowing guitars.]

[Speaking of which, just last night, Shelton Entertainment announced a collaboration with Valerie. And did you see her latest post? She was posing with all these big shots from the art world. Holy shit, just how badass is Valerie?]

[OMG, this is god–tier romance. They’re the ultimate power couple. I’m totally shipping them. Both are good–looking, way beyond any celebrity. This pairing has serious potential, serious potential.]

[I think so. OMG, Valerie is absolutely incredible–not only is she super talented, but she’s also an academic powerhouse. She scored in the top on the SAT to get into our university.]

The forum posts kept piling up, multiplying by the some traction on X.

minute. Meanwhile, Valerie’s reputation was spreading far and wide across campus, even gaining

Unlike the reputation she inherited from her elite family, the influence Valerie was building on campus was truly her own–something that could open doors and shape her future.

Meanwhile, Valerie remained completely unaware of it all.

After getting into the car, she cradled the vibrant red roses in her arms and, glancing around to make sure no one was watching, secretly counted them- thirty–six in total.

Valerie discreetly pulled out her phone and Googled, [What do thirty–six red roses actually mean?]

The answer popped up: [My heart belongs to you alone, and all my love is yours.]

Valerie’s face instantly grew warm, a rush of heat spreading across her cheeks.

‘Is he confessing his feelings to me?‘ Valerie wondered. ‘No, that can’t be right. He would never confess his feelings.