Marching toward Ariana, Marge spoke with resolute conviction.

"I can attest to the truth! Ariana is married, and I have seen her husband!"

The crowd's attention instantly shifted to Marge, inundating her with a barrage of questions.

"You've seen him?"

“When and who is he? Tell us!"

Yet, Ariana, realizing the gravity of the situation, frantically shook her head, silently beseeching Marge to withhold the name.

Marge, gritting her teeth, reluctantly suppressed the name poised on her tongue, her momentum waning. She then re-mastered her resolve.

“Why do you persist in prying? Suffice it to say, I have seen him!"

Marge's failure to disclose the name only heightened skepticism among the haters. Those Leading the mockery against Ariana grew even more incredulous.

“Marge, you are indeed a loyal dog, deftly switching sides and clinging to others for your own gain. A natural-born fabricator!"

Their mocking extended to Marge, her face reddening with anger. She vehemently retorted, "I speak the truth! What rewards have you received from Brielle to target Ariana in such a manner?"

“Target? What a laugh! Ariana deserves this for being a home-wrecker.

And even if she has a husband, I doubt he could ever compare to Mr. Jasper Anderson. Sour grapes, nothing more

At that moment, Marge's patience reached its limit, and she cried out, "You know nothing! Ariana's husband is Theodore! The Anderson family's eldest son! He eclipses Jasper in every way imaginable, you fucking fools! !"

Ariana's delicate fingers grazed her forehead in a gesture of helpless frustration, knowing all too well that Marge possessed an irrepressible gift for verbal impetuosity when excited.

Yet, Marge's intentions were rooted in genuine concern for Ariana's well-being, Leaving no room for blame.

Now that the truth had been inadvertently unveiled, Ariana decided to navigate the situation one step at a time, realizing that the significance of the bet had dwindled, and she could later clarify matters with Theodore.

Everyone hushed momentarily, only to burst into uproarious laughter the next instant, pointing accusatory fingers at Marge and ridiculing her with disdainful taunts.

"Marge, oh Marge, at least fabricate a more convincing lie! Theodore Anderson, the president of our esteemed company, how could you be so audacious? Your attempt at flattery is utterly preposterous. Beware, should Mr. Theodore Anderson catch wind of this, he might ensure your expulsion from this industry, rendering your career an impossibility!"

Marge, bombarded by an unprecedented onslaught of hostility, teetered on the brink of tears, her eyes inflamed from the onslaught of ridicule.