"I apologize for causing trouble… I didn't mean to cause any trouble." She said with her head bowed sobbing.
"Who is that?" Adrian asked, though he had an idea who it was, he couldn't bring himself to believe it.
Derek remained quiet, afraid for his life.
The other shareholders brought out their phones, watching the news.
"How do you feel knowing you have become famous for kissing Mr. Quinn?" One of the reporters asked.
"I didn't mean to do it… I was drunk and he looked… so stunning." She muttered, biting her lower lip.
The shareholders gasp hearing her words, while Adrian's nails dug into his palm. He felt like breaking something.
"But Miss. Red dress, don't you know that is an assault?" Another reporter asked.
Snow rose her head up, her makeup smudged over her face, she looked like a joker in a circus. The reporters bit their lips to stop themselves from bursting into a fit of laughter.
"How is it an assault when the person in question is my husband?" She blinked innocently at them.
Everything went silent for a moment. The reporters stared at her like she had gone crazy.
Then, gasps rippled through the crowd as if the words were registering in their heads. A few reporters exchanged stunned looks, while others scribbled furiously, eyes gleaming at the headline gold they'd just been handed.
Cameras zoomed in closer, capturing every wobble of her lips and every tear clinging to her lashes.
"Wife? Can you stop fabricating stories… we all know how Mr. Quinn is known as the most desirable bachelor in the country, and you are spinning lies. Do you know you can get sued for defamation?" A female reporter snapped at her.
Snow's lips stretched downward, she sobbed. "He really is my husband. We have been married for a week now…" Sob. "We decided to keep silent for now, but I ruined it when I got drunk, and went to the charity event." She pitifully wiped her tears away.
"Are you married?" Derek bit his lips in regret immediately after the word left his lips.
"Married? When did you see me get married?!" He slammed his hand on the table, seething with fury.
"What a venomous lady! I can't believe she had the guts to spin lies after assaulting me last night." Adrian muttered under his breath.
He turned to Derek. "Call the police, I want to see her behind bars."
"Yes, boss." Derek stepped out of the room. While Adrian continued watching the news.
Adrian's chest tightened as he watched her sob on screen. Every fake tear clawed at his nerves. The more pitiful she looked, the louder the reporters leaned in, and the more suffocating his fury became. His reputation, built over years, was unraveling in minutes at the hands of a stranger who dared to call herself his wife.
"What evidence do you have to show to support your claim?" A male reporter pushed his mic closer to her lips.
"Evidence?" Snow tilted her head.
"Yes, evidence."
Snow covered her mouth delicately with her fingers. She sniffled, crying. "Will this affect the image of my husband?" Worry marred her face.
"No it will not."
Hearing their words, she reached into her bag, searching for the evidence.
Adrian leaned closer into the tabloid, as if he was about to enter it. His fingers tightened around the edge of the table.
Snow brought out a marriage certificate. "Here is my evidence."
Adrian leaned in closer, his eyes widened in shock. The paper… The signature looked exactly like his. But he didn't remember signing it.
His throat tightened.
The female reporter who had snapped at her scoffed. "How do we even know if it is the real thing?"
Snow sniffled. "Then… you have to ask my husband."
The reporters were left speechless, but they continued taking pictures.
"Should we head to my husband's office?" She asked innocently.
The reporters stared at her, totally stunned by her actions.
Adrian took the tabloid and smashed it against the wall. He loosened his ties and unbuttoned his shirt.
Beads of sweat trickled down his face. 'How the hell did she get my signature? Where did I go wrong? This must be a trick from my enemies to bring me down.' He scoffed. 'Not if I end this madness first.' He ran his hand through his hair.
"Mr. Quinn the stock had dropped to 10%," One of the shareholders yelled in alarm, his hands and legs were visibly shaking.
"Everyone, calm down. I'll deal with this and give you answers." Before Adrian could finish his words one of the shareholders, who had remained quiet since the chaos finally spoke.
"If she is your wife, there is no shame in admitting it. It is better than losing money." The person was none other than his uncle, Sebastian Quinn.
Adrian's eyes narrowed dangerously at him. "She. Is. Not. My. Wife."
Derek ran back inside the room. "Mr. Quinn, the imposter is here."
At his words, the air around Adrian darkened, almost suffocating for them to breathe. "Bring all the forensic handwriting experts." With that, he stormed out of he meeting room.
The shareholders began to chatter worriedly behind his back.
….
Snow swallowed, clenching her fist as she stood before the skyscraper of the Quinn Corporate Group.
Mustering all her courage she stepped inside the building, and a couple of the reporters followed after her.
She kept a pitiful expression, but the workers looked at her with disdain and disgust, like she were the villain in the story. Maybe she was. Maybe.
She averted her gaze and stared ahead of her. Her fingers trembled slightly beside her, she sniffled.
They stopped in the lobby. A man with dark brown hair, and brown eyes, walked up to her. He stopped in front of her, his scrutinizing gaze, scanning her. "You are the imposter, who claims to be Mrs. Quinn." At his word, the workers laughed at her.
She lowered her head. "Yes, you must be Derek Mu… my husband has told me a lot about you." Her voice was low and soft if she didn't have any more strength.