"I’ve already issued a public statement. Your plagiarism issue is resolved," he said, his voice detached.
I had seen that statement. It wasn’t about me at all. It was solely a defense of Imogen, offering no rebuttal or clarity about the plagiarism accusations.
Instead, it only served to stoke the fury of journalists, who eagerly seized on more opportunities to tarnish my name.
And then there was the issue of my pregnancy.
Although Cohen had admitted I was the one he was engaged to, in the eyes of the public, I was nothing more than the unwelcome third party, using a child to tear apart his relationship with Imogen.
The public’s outcry against me only grew louder, fueled by the plagiarism accusations.
As if that wasn’t enough, someone unearthed my past as a foster child in the Whitmore family. I was mocked, called someone who deserved to be abandoned, and, shockingly, they even cursed the child I had lost.
"Giselle, consider this a lesson for you," Cohen said, his voice colder than ever.
"Take care of yourself. Once you're better, I’ll take you to Imogen’s exhibition."
"If you attend and apologize to her, we’ll go ahead with the wedding as planned."