True Love Deserves a Second Chance
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"Isn't that Isabella? She's been with so many guys, and now she's talking about true love. What a joke!"

"No wonder Sebastian doesn't like her. He thinks she's trash. Who'd want a slut?"

"We all fell for her innocent act. Sacrificing for love? More like she can't have kids anymore from all the fooling around!" The crowd went wild, throwing out all kinds of nasty comments.

Isabella had no clue. She was still on stage, tearfully talking to reporters about her undying love.

Her assistant rushed up, whispered, "Ms. Vale, something's happened."

She handed Isabella a photo.

Isabella's smile froze. 'Why are these photos from three years ago showing up now? And they're so explicit.'

She panicked and started crying, "These are fake! Someone's trying to set me up. I swear, I'm not lying. Please, believe me."

Someone in the crowd yelled, "I'm a photo editing expert. These photos are real. Not one is fake."

The audience got even more riled up.

The pure girl they thought they knew was now a slut.

Isabella's dirty secret was out, and her fans couldn't handle it.

Then the staff came up to restore order and dropped another bombshell: all of Isabella's piano performances were fake.

The crowd went nuts. Fans started throwing things at the stage.

Isabella's white dress was soon covered in stains.

No matter how much she explained, it was useless.

Darren, still dreaming of his daughter being praised, was stunned by the sudden turn of events.

He ordered the bodyguards, "Hurry up, get her out the back, now!"

Someone ran up, "Mr. Vale, the back door's blocked by fans. We have to go out the front."

"Then hurry up and go!"

Darren helped the bodyguards get Isabella into the car.

He had never been so humiliated.

Just moments ago, he was on cloud nine, proud of his daughter. Now, everything was upside down.

He had invited all his friends. It was truly embarrassing.

Isabella sat in the car, crying miserably.

Her carefully built image had collapsed. How could she ever get close to Sebastian now, let alone marry him?

She clung to Darren's arm, crying, "Dad, those photos aren't real. Joey set me up. She doesn't want Sebastian to be with me. You have to prove my innocence."

Her pitiful crying erased Darren's doubts.

He gently patted her head, "I believe you. I'll replace out who did this. If it was Joey, she won't get away with it."

With this assurance, a glint of triumph flashed in Isabella's tear-filled eyes.

Even if Theodore didn't like her, she still had Darren. As long as Darren was on her side, she could keep using him.

She wanted Darren to go after Joey, to break her heart. Even if her true identity came out later, Joey's stubbornness would keep her from ever going back to the Vale Family.

She would always be part of the Vale Family.

Thinking about how Joey had taken everything from her, the malice in Isabella's eyes grew stronger.

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As she left and saw Connie's poster being torn apart, her heart ached.

Standing in front of the poster, she felt a pang of guilt. She had aimed to expose Isabella, not tarnish Connie's reputation. Connie was a renowned artist, gentle and kind. How could she have a daughter as ruthless as Isabella? Joey carefully pieced the torn poster back together, looking at Connie's smiling eyes, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Then she turned and left.

She hadn't walked far when her phone rang.

It was Sebastian. As soon as Joey answered, a pitiful voice came through. "Ms. Blackwood, have you forgotten there's a man waiting for you to come home for dinner?"

His voice was hoarse and a bit clingy, making Joey's scalp tingle. How had she never noticed this side of Sebastian before?

She hesitated for a moment and said, "I have something to do tonight. You eat by yourself."

Just as she was about to hang up, she heard Sebastian's deep voice calling her. "Joey, I fell down the stairs and pulled my wound. It's bleeding. Can you come help me re-bandage it?"

His tone was sincere and gentle, with no hint of ulterior motive.

Joey's voice immediately became anxious. "Didn't I tell you to stay in bed? Why didn't you listen?"

"Joey, I'm sorry. I was just worried about you being out so late and wanted to come downstairs to meet you."

"Wait there, I'll be right back."

After hanging up, a look of triumph appeared on Sebastian's face.

Tyler's idea was indeed good. Playing the weak card really worked.

When he was in the hospital, he played the weak card, and Joey stayed with him every night. She even spoke to him gently.

As you reach the final pages, remember that 000005s.com is your destination for the complete story. Share the joy of reading with others and spread the word. The next chapter is just a visit away! After being discharged, he said his family had all left, and no one was there to take care of him, so Joey moved back in.

Although she slept in the guest room, at least he could see her every night. Sebastian looked down at the wound on his stomach and gritted his teeth. He slowly walked to the top of the stairs. Then he threw himself down.

He believed that if he didn't sacrifice himself, he wouldn't get his wife back.

When Joey returned, Sebastian was lying weakly on the couch, with fresh blood seeping from his wound. His arms and legs were also bruised in several places.

Joey gritted her teeth in anger. "Sebastian, are you trying to kill yourself?"

Sebastian shook his head sincerely. "Joey, I didn't mean to. I was just too worried about you and wanted to wait downstairs. Once I saw the headlights, I would know you were back, and I could relax." He was telling the truth. In the past few days since he was discharged, he had indeed been doing that.

Every day at the end of the workday, he would stand by the window waiting for that beam of light to come in and that figure to walk towards him.

This kind of happiness was something he had never experienced before.

He guessed, 'Is this how Joey used to wait for him to come home? No wonder she always rushed into his arms as soon as he got back. The feeling of waiting for someone is truly blissful.' But back then, he didn't understand this feeling.

Hearing his sincere tone, Joey didn't have the heart to scold him anymore.

She took out the first aid kit and re-bandaged his wound.

At that moment, Joey's phone rang with a call from an unknown number.

Thinking it was a client, she answered it directly.

A cold male voice came through. "Joey, this is Darren. We need to talk."