Abusive Wife
Abusive Wife Chapter 72

Abusive Wife Chapter 72

Chapter 72

A sizable bunch of reporters had gathered at the ballroom of the Van Hugh Hotel, carrying their cameraand video equipment as they waited patiently. The many articles of Noah Quincy cheating on Angiehad been taken down and blocked on Facebook very quickly, and many reporters thought the storywas dead. However, Angie Grant had announced that she was going to do a press conference.

Although Angie was now known as the Black Widow in the charity circles, all press was good press.She still had her own following and influence. Some of the reporters took note of her announcementand turned up here waiting for her. The press conference would take place at 1pm.

Angie Grant had not made an

appearance ever since the incident that

happened during the Charity Ball, so the

media was naturally excited to be the first to see what she had to say.

“You guys have seen the articles right? Do you think it’s true? The stuff about Noah Quincy cheating?”

“I don’t know, but I didn’t expect Noah Quincy of all people to do something like this!”

“Who cares if it’s true or not? What matters is perception!”

“That’s right!”

The reporters speculated excitedly among themselves, until the moment Angie Grant appeared onstage. She was wearing a demure pink skirt and walked with her usual elegance. The atmosphere inthe room was positively electric.

In truth, Angie was still irked by her conversation with her father on the phone just now. How could herown father doubt her? As her emotions got the best of her, her eyes welled up with tears, making herlook like a pitiful character on stage. She perched herself gently on a chair in the middle of the stage,almost like a frightened little rabbit, before she began taking questions.

“Mr. Grant, are you holding this press conference to address the articles on Facebook yesterday?”

“Did Noah Quincy really sample the goods and dump you right after?”

“Did the chairwoman of the Charity Association come in between your relationship? Is that true? Doyou know who the chairwoman is?”

The ruthless questions came one after another. The video cameras started rolling as some reporterslive streamed the press conference. There were many microphones set up in front of Angie aseveryone awaited her responses. When Angie noticed her mother’s signal from the back, she gingerlyraised her head, looking at the crowd.

“Good afternoon, everyone,” she began. “I’ve invited you here today to clear up some facts of thematter. The articles on the internet are absolutely untrue. Noah Quincy is a good man, and he has notabandoned me after ‘sampling the goods’, unlike what some say. Noah is someone who’s veryimportant to me, so I hope the media will stop slandering him…”

Angie’s weak voice and gentle

demeanor made the crowd wonder if someone had put her up to this. Was

this press conference an elaborate attempt to restore Noah Quincy’s image? This opened a whole newline of questioning from the reporters.

“Ms. Grant, did Noah Quincy instruct you to say this?”

“Are you afraid of offending the chairwoman of the Charity Association?”

“Ms. Grant, please give us the truth!”

The reporters were coaxing Angie to reveal the third party, which was the exact result Angie wanted. Ifshe had named the third party herself from the beginning, people might doubt her words. However, ifshe made it look like they had dug up the information themselves, it would seem more credible. Shewanted to borrow the

power of the people to sentence

Madeline Grant to death!

“With regards to the third party involved, I can only say that the chairwoman of the Charity Associationdid indeed take an interest in Noah, but this was not reciprocated by Noah. Once again, I urge you tostop the slander against Noah. Articles on Facebook are often sensationalized and untrue, just like myown episode during the Charity Ball. I may have stepped on the chairwoman’s toes, which led to untrueaccusations against me…” Angie paused and sighed for dramatic effect. She lowered her headgingerly, as if she was about to cry. The crowd of reporters knew there was more to come.

“Ms. Grant, you’re saying the chairwoman set you up during the Charity Ball, and then came inbetween your relationship with Noah?”

“The chairwoman’s identity has always been a mystery. Could you reveal who she is, Ms. Grant?”

Ahhh, someone had finally asked the right question! Everything was going exactly as she planned, andAngie breathed a sigh of relief internally.

“She… is someone that everyone had met at the Charity Ball too. She has the same name as myyounger sister, Madeline Grant. Initially, I thought she would have been a kind-hearted person, just like

my sister. It turns out however that she is the devil. She has robbed me of everything and ruined mylife…” Angie look of pain and desolation was worthy of an Oscar award. On social media, manynetizens were already trying to uncover the real identity of the Charity Association’s chairwoman. Someof them had even gone to the lengths of using facial recognition apps on the

photos of the chairwoman from the Charity Ball.

Who exactly was this woman who had walked the red carpet with Noah and took a family portrait withNoah and Colton during Colton’s birthday? It was clearly the same woman who was implicated as thethird party in all those articles online. Madeline Grant’s reputation was about to be tarnished very soon!It was only a matter of time before the media glued all the pieces of information together and solved themystery.

In just a few minutes since Angie’s announcement, someone had already penned an article online –‘Imperia’s Princess of Charity, Angie Grant – An Innocent Victim’. The article was liked and shared bymany netizens online. Angie’s tarnished image was slowly being repaired by her fans, one article at

a time. Social media users were quick to judge, but also quick to forget. The keyboard warriors whohad once said nasty things about Angie for

committing fraud were now the same people who defended her. In their eyes now, Angie Grant was aninnocent princess poisoned by a witch. They had the responsibility of defending and protecting herreputation now.

Angie Grant embraced the tides of change as she scrolled through the articles on the Internet now. Shespotted one titled ‘Madeline Grant, The Real Black Widow’, which pleased her to no end. She couldslowly but certainly see some light at the end of the tunnel now. As the media reporters noticed thesupportive comments from netizens flooding in, they too changed their

questions to keep the netizens

interested.

“Ms. Grant, what is your relationship with Noah Quincy now?”

“Our relationship has not been better. We celebrated his son’s birthday last night. Even thoughMadeline Grant had pestered Noah for a photo with him and his son and shared the photo publicly,Noah was with me for the rest of the night. In fact, we do have plans to have children of our ownsomeday…” Angie blushed as she shared this with the media. That would put a stop to the photos ofMadeline, Noah and Colton going around the Internet.

The reporters and netizens were equally stunned and excited by this new revelation. The vitriol andhate against Madeline Grant was building up

gradually as Angie shared more information. Just as Angie thought this was her chance at redemption,the doors to the ballroom swung wide open.

Noah Quincy walked in the ballroom imperiously, with a group of people following behind him.

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