“Mr. Anderson is incredibly handsome. It's admirable how he protects his wife."

"Wake up. Isn't it because of the Anderson family? Regardless, artificial insemination is a heartless act, isn't it?"

“Mr. Anderson never explicitly mentioned artificial insemination. He proclaimed his love. Besides, it's a private matter concerning their family. It's none of your business.”

A myriad of comments flooded the comment section, but gradually, those praising Theodore rose above the rest.

Nonetheless, there still existed skeptics who refused to believe.

“Have you all conveniently forgotten Darian's past actions? Did the absurd plotline escape your memory, where the Edwards sisters vied for the affections of the same man?" another comment pointed out.

“In my humble opinion, it all revolves around the intricacies of affluent families. Who can discern the genuine from the pretentious?

Perhaps they're merely putting on a facade to uphold their social standing," someone opined.

Assorted remarks were exchanged, and for a considerable duration, the video of Theodore carrying Ariana and departing surged to the apex of trending searches, capturing sustained attention.

Meanwhile, within an opulent house, Helen found herself seated in the living room, her hand trembling with anger, poised to tear the delicate fabric of her skirt into shreds.

The television incessantly played, repeatedly showcasing Theodore's declaration of Ariana as his true love, his one and only life partner.

Helen's gaze grew piercing, her face contorted with anguish.

“Damn it! That woman is so frustrating!" Helen exploded, her voice echoing off the walls. The TV remote in her fist collided with the screen, leaving a jagged crack across Ariana's televised image.

"She doesn't deserve him. Not one bit," she muttered, sinking into the plush comfort of her white couch. A question gnawed at her.

“Why would Theodore ever fall for her?"

After a moment, her gaze Locked onto Ariana's fractured face on the TV, she found herself moving towards a smaller room. Here, a montage of Theodore's pictures blanketed the walls, a testament to her intense feelings.

She collapsed onto the floor, her eyes scanning the room filled with her candid snaps.

“Why did you choose her over me?"

While living with the Anderson family, she secretly took those pictures.

Standing up, she approached a beautifully adorned box. Its contents were a museum of Theodore's discarded personal effects, a frayed tie, an empty shower gel bottle, a broken pen, and a notebook with pages torn out.