Chapter 31
By the time Daphne stepped out of the courthouse, it was almost noon. Outside, even more couples were lining up for marriage and divorce. The divorce queue stretched into a seemingly endless line.
Daphne kept her head down, carefully weaving through the crowd. She had barely taken a few steps when someone abruptly grabbed her arm.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the famous Daphne? What are you doing here? Filing for divorce too?”
“So, Mr. Farrell really dumped her? Guess the rumors were right, after all…”
“So what if she’s a celebrity? Even the rich get tossed aside like nothing.”
The moment Daphne’s identity was exposed, the crowd erupted in whispers and murmurs. Amidst the chaos, someone yanked off her mask. More onlookers swarmed in, quickly forming a mob.
Daphne struggled to push through the crowd. Making no progress, she regretted not bringing Ava and Wendy.
“It’s a real-life celebrity! It’s my first time meeting one. She’s gorgeous! No wonder she’s famous.”
“She has such flawless skin and sharp features. She must’ve gotten a lot of work done, huh?” Cruel words stung Daphne’s ears. As a public figure, she was resilient to criticism; however, hearing strangers dissect her appearance directly stirred deep discomfort.
She maintained a friendly demeanor and patiently explained that she was there for legal paperwork. No one was listening.
Just then, a voice shouted from the crowd: “That’s her! She’s the one who smeared Yvonne online, framing her as a homewrecker! She’s the reason Yvonne is being harassed!”
“Bitch! Go to hell!”
Rotten eggs and wilted lettuce flew, smashing against Daphne. The sticky mess clung to her hair, emitting a foul stench.
Daphne brimmed with anger, instantly realizing this wasn't a random crowd; some were deliberately stirring chaos and humiliating her.
Ignoring her ruined appearance, she scanned the mob, searching for those throwing eggs. Her gaze locked on a group of young women laughing amongst themselves. Without hesitation, she charged forward.
“Stop right there!”
The young women were prepared. As Daphne began the chase, they scattered in different directions—a clearly premeditated action.
Daphne quickly lost sight of them as the gawking crowd blocked her view. She had no choice but to give up the pursuit.
“Next time, you won’t get away!” she yelled, her voice filled with frustration as she pointed at their retreating figures.
Of course, everyone considered it a bad omen to see a glamorous celebrity pelted with rotten eggs.
Daphne had a meeting with a renowned director that afternoon. Swallowing her anger, she called the police to report the incident, then hurried home to shower and change.
Strangely, not long after she arrived, Sebastian returned. As she was leaving, she saw him stepping out of the elevator with a young woman.
The woman looked youthful, with flawless, fresh skin. Her smile created crescent-shaped eyes. She carried herself with the effortless grace of someone born into privilege. She clung to Sebastian’s side and called out sweetly, “Seb.”
Daphne’s mind raced. Sebastian didn’t have a sister. Who was this woman?