Rebirth: The New Bride Wants A Divorce-Chapter 277: You don’t look anything like the version you posted yesterday

Chapter 277: You don’t look anything like the version you posted yesterday

Later that morning, Anna arrived at the set and got herself ready for her shot. Everything felt normal until she spotted Fiona, and her steps slowed instinctively. The sight alone reminded her of last night and all the trouble she had caused.

Anna studied her carefully. Fiona had not said a word. No accusations. No dramatic confrontation.

Maybe she doesn’t remember calling me, Anna thought. If she did, I would already be facing a public scene. The fact that Fiona was silently enduring the trolling felt less like anger and more like mercy. Or forgetfulness.

Meanwhile, Fiona was doing her best to ignore the countless eyes following her every move. It was not just the online trolling weighing on her, but also the growing crisis surrounding her father’s company, all sparked by her own reckless interaction with the media.

She sat in front of the mirror, obsessively dabbing concealer onto her face.

"Ma’am," Venus whispered carefully, leaning in, "you’re applying too much concealer. It’s starting to look brighter than the lights."

"Huh?" Fiona blinked, confusion flickering across her face as she peered into the small mirror in her hand.

For a split second, the reflection staring back at her shifted into the viral photo making rounds online. Smudged lipstick. The chaos. The humiliation.

"Ah!"

She jumped so suddenly that everyone around her flinched. Even Venus yelped softly in surprise.

Fiona immediately straightened, forcing an awkward smile. "Everything is fine," she announced far too loudly, waving a hand dismissively. "Completely fine."

The room slowly went back to work, though a few curious glances lingered.

Anna, standing a short distance away, watched the scene play out, lips pressed together to stop herself from laughing. Fiona, on the other hand, continued examining her reflection intensely, tilting her face side to side like a lunatic completely convinced the mirror was out to get her.

Venus leaned closer and whispered, "Madam, please stop fighting with the mirror. It’s innocent."

That finally earned a strained huff from Fiona, though the embarrassment still burned behind her eyes.

"Don’t worry, Venus. I’m sure Fiona is just making sure she didn’t overdo her makeup," Anna’s voice cut in smoothly.

Fiona’s eyes snapped up, sharp and cold, locking onto Anna.

Anna stepped closer, leaning in just slightly, her gaze traveling from left to right as if she were critically inspecting a masterpiece. Then she straightened with a thoughtful hum. "Relax," she added lightly. "You don’t look anything like the version you posted yesterday."

She smiled sweetly and turned to Venus, who bit her lip hard, clearly fighting the urge to laugh.

Fiona, on the other hand, was seething.

The audacity of Anna standing there, calm and amused, smiling when Fiona should have been the one enjoying this moment, made her blood boil. Her fingers tightened around the mirror, nails digging into the edge.

Yet she said nothing.

She could not.

Between the mess online and the quiet storm destroying her father’s company, Fiona knew she was standing on thin ice. One wrong word, one public outburst, and everything would spiral further out of control.

So she forced a tight smile instead. "Very funny, Anna," she replied coolly.

"Oh, I wasn’t trying to be," Anna said cheerfully. "Just being... reassuring."

The silence that followed was tense and heavy, but Anna merely gave Venus another polite smile before walking away, leaving Fiona staring after her, furious and helpless, with the unsettling feeling that everyone else was laughing and she was the only one who missed the joke.

Fiona continued staring at their retreating backs, her gaze sharp enough to cut. The moment Anna sensed it, her smile faded, and even Venus straightened, lips pressing together as if nothing amusing had happened.

For a second, silence hung thick in the air.

Fiona slowly lowered her eyes to the mirror in her hand, her reflection staring back at her with forced calm and restrained fury. On the outside, she remained composed. Professional. Unbothered.

Inside, she was anything but.

I will not let this slide, she vowed darkly.

Every ounce of humiliation she had swallowed that morning, every mocking comment online, every whisper on set settled into determination. Anna might be smiling now, might be enjoying this brief moment of victory, but Fiona was not done.

Not even close.

She inhaled deeply, schooling her expression before looking up again, her face already back in place as if nothing had touched her. But behind her steady gaze burned a quiet promise.

This wasn’t over. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Not by a long shot.

***

[Daniel’s Office]

Ever since Daniel stepped into his office, he had been staring at his phone, rereading the same message as if it might change if he blinked.

Anna had just texted him online, asking where he had disappeared to.

He leaned back in his chair, brows knitting slightly. What does this even mean? he wondered. Is she finally concerned about me? I mean... DarkKnight?

It had been days since he last properly spoke with Anna online. Around the same time, Fiona had suddenly decided to befriend him, flooding the account with messages, and Daniel had quickly handed things over to Henry before it got messy.

Very messy.

Since then, Henry had been managing the account, mostly because Daniel had quickly realized that chatting with two women at the same time was a dangerous sport. Especially when his wife had developed a sixth sense for catching him on his phone and mentally beating the soul out of him with just one look.

But now Anna had reached out again.

Henry had practically shoved the phone back at him and told him to deal with it himself, claiming it was "above his pay grade" and "a marital hazard."

Daniel sighed softly, rubbing his jaw as he stared at the screen once more.

"Why doesn’t this feel right," he muttered under his breath, completely ignoring the two men in the room who exchanged a clueless look with each other.

His gaze never left the screen.

Don’t tell me she found me talking to Fiona?

The thought made his jaw tighten. Daniel was well aware that his wife was far smarter than she liked to let on. She noticed things. Remembered patterns. Connected dots when people least expected it. Still, he pushed the thought aside. It was impossible. Anna barely knew the spare account even existed, let alone that it belonged to him.

Anyway, stop thinking negatively, he told himself. It’s a good thing she reached out.

But the question lingered stubbornly in his head.

Why now, when everything was finally going smoothly between them?

The answer he did not want to acknowledge crept in slowly, tightening something unpleasant in his chest. Jealousy.

The idea that Anna might be reaching out to another man, talking, laughing, even confiding, while her husband was right there beside her, stirred something dark and possessive inside him.

His fingers curled unconsciously around the phone.

The irony did not escape him.