Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Just after Brielle posted her second update on the situation, she hit the internet with a third, this time a video. The clip played out the entire conversation Brielle had with the fan who had knelt before her.

The truth was as clear as day — the video that had sparked the outrage was maliciously edited.

[She wrecked my car, so she should pay for it. Is being broke suddenly an excuse? When | didn’t forgive her, she started slinging mud ofiline, even deliberately posting misleading videos to incite cyberbullying against me. I’ve handed all evidence to the police, and | won't give up on holding her accountable.]

The video was unambiguous about what had happened, capturing their exchange and even the moment when the fan asked her accomplice if they got the footage, plotting to get back at Amelia.

Three posts, three pieces of evidence, and the internet mobs were silenced, with Amella left without a leg to stand on.

Amelia watched helplessly as the online world exploded, but this time, it was not at Brielle but at her. It was over; everything had crumbled. How could things have turned out this way?

She felt her knees buckle, dropping to the floor in despair.

Those who had exposed Brielle were now blushing with embarrassment, wishing they could just vanish into thin air.

The mob that had been hounding Stellar Stage Entertainment couldn’t even look each other in the eye. They scurried away with their tails between their legs. They had been defending such a woman one with a scandalous private life who slandered her ex— husband and poached his resources. They had been unwitting pawns in her game.

The shame was unbearable!

At this pivotal moment, John logged into his Twitter for the first time in years. His feed was still flooded with new messages, the vitriolic residue from the days he had stepped away from the spotlight. Like rabid dogs, they had never let go.

Those hateful messages had haunted him, so much so that he had avoided his account for years. But now, he was ready to return with his head held high. [I’m back. Thanks to Stellar Stage Entertainment and Ms. Haywood. Grateful for the new beginnings.]

John’s loyal fans, who had been waiting for his comeback, were moved to tears. They had been powerless back then, insisting John was incapable of the abuse and infidelity he was accused of. Unfortunately, their voices were drowned out by the chorus of slander. Their talented director had been forced into an ignoble retreat.

They had never lost faith, always believing John would return to filmmaking. Now, their wish had come true. “I'm crying so hard. That wicked woman is finally getting her comeuppance!”

“John, we never left. I’ve watched your movies over and over.”Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Thank you, Stellar Stage Entertainment. Thank you, Brielle.”

Everyone noticed. John had truly returned after being absent for years. No finger-pointing and no kicking Amelia while she was down, just simple gratitude.

Only after lying in the mire did one understand how hard it was to stand again. Gratitude was John’s only sentiment.

Meanwhile, Beaconsfield College’s official account stepped into the fray, addressing the public’s skepticism and revealing Brielle’s admission scores, her grades in each subject, and even her thesis defense video.

[At the request of the public, we are disclosing the academic records and thesis defense video of our alumna, Ms. Brielle. Throughout her time here, she maintained the top GPA in her class and represented our college as an exchange student for a year, earning excellent marks. Ms. Brielle has always been an exemplary member of our alumni.]