Rebirth: Love me Again-Chapter 355: The Fallout

The Monday after graduation, the campus was electric—not with joy or nostalgia, but with mockery and scandal.

Jason and Kylie were no longer just another sweet couple from the English department. No. They had become infamous. Their names were on every tongue, their story distorted, dramatized, dissected beyond recognition.

Everyone had seen the video—the late-night hotel footage, the intimate touches, the baby booties. Some students had even made memes out of it before the faculty could delete the original upload from the school’s official channel.

But by then, the damage was done.

Kylie was pregnant. Jason was the father. The entire country knew.

No one had seen it coming. Kylie, the prim and proper honor student with a spotless reputation, was now being whispered about in the girls’ restroom, in the library corners, behind flickering phone screens.

Jason, who had prided himself on being the ladies man and composed, couldn’t walk across campus without feeling every pair of eyes trail him—some mocking, some curious, some pitying.

Kylie’s family was a name of power and influence—old money, corporate ties, a carefully curated public image.

The moment the video went viral, her mother fainted. Her father smashed a crystal ashtray and demanded every news outlet be threatened with lawsuits.

But none of it worked. The footage had been screen-recorded, reshared, and whispered about like wildfire.

There was no stopping it.

And worst of all? Abortion was no longer an option.

It wasn’t just the shame that kept Kylie from it—it was the visibility. The moment she stepped outside, cameras followed.

Reporters showed up at their gates. Paparazzi waited near the hospital. Pro-life groups sent flowers. Pro-choice groups sent letters. Her bump hadn’t even begun to show, but her future was already cemented in concrete.

A decision was made in haste.

A wedding. Immediately.

Jason Gets Cornered.

Jason barely had time to breathe.

One moment he was still trying to wrap his head around the video leak, and the next, he was being fitted for a suit.

Kylie’s parents had taken control of everything. He was "the man who brought shame to their daughter"—but also the only one who could salvage her reputation.

He had wanted to explain—to say that the baby might not even be his, that he had only been with Kylie for a few months, that he’d never agreed to anything long-term—but the whirlwind left him no time.

The engagement announcement came with a six-page press release.

Kylie told her parents that Jason came from a "respected family abroad," and they hadn’t dared to check.

They were too busy fixing the firestorm. They assumed, wrongly, that Jason was another rich heir like Kylie. That assumption would cost them dearly.

Jason never corrected them.

Maybe he was afraid. Maybe he felt trapped. Or maybe, deep down, he didn’t know what else to do.

The Wedding Everyone Attended

It was called "The Union to Restore Honor" by tabloids.

The wedding was held two weeks after graduation in a grand hotel ballroom, draped in white silk and gold. The aisle was lined with orchids imported from Japan, chandeliers sparkled like stars, and a hundred press outlets were invited.

No expense was spared. No seat was left empty.

Of course, Iraya wouldn’t miss it for the world.

She walked in like a guest—but she dressed like the headline. In a blood-red dress that clung to her like sin and defiance, her heels clicked like gunfire across the marble. Her entrance was felt before it was seen.

People turned.

Eyes widened.

Whispers began.

And then, someone hissed her name.

"Iraya." ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

The infamous girl behind the video. The girl who exposed Kylie. The girl who smiled while the world burned around her.

And yet—she was untouchable. No one could confront her publicly.

Not here, not now.

Kylie’s family had hushed the scandal, claiming the video was "leaked by hackers."

Iraya was not named—publicly. But everyone knew. Everyone felt it in the tension crackling around her.

The Ceremony

Jason stood at the altar like a mannequin—smiling, but only barely. He looked like a man watching his own funeral.

Kylie walked in, radiant, glowing—not with joy, but necessity. Her dress was a masterpiece of white lace and diamonds, but it couldn’t hide the nerves in her eyes or the stiffness in her shoulders.

Iraya watched from the fourth row, center seat. Perfect view.

As Kylie passed, their eyes met.

Iraya tilted her head and gave a small, slow smile—mocking, haunting, victorious.

Kylie looked away.

The ceremony was robotic. The vows felt rehearsed. The "I do"s were said through tight jaws and clenched hands.

When the officiant said, "You may now kiss the bride," Jason hesitated—half a second too long. Just enough for cameras to notice. Just enough for Iraya to see.

He kissed her, but there was no warmth. No spark. Only obligation.

The Reception

The reception hall was grander than the ceremony. A massive chandelier glittered above a three-tiered cake, and classical music floated like perfume.

Jason sat at the main table, beside Kylie, surrounded by people he didn’t know. Every guest wanted a photo. Every toast praised "love" and "new beginnings."

But behind every smile, Iraya could see the truth:

They were all watching. All waiting. All judging.

Then came the slide show.

A supposedly sweet compilation of "Jason and Kylie’s journey together"—but this time, Iraya stayed out of it. She’d already done her damage. This was just salt on the wound.

The video included clips of them at brunch, graduation, Kylie clutching her stomach like a prized possession, Jason holding her like glass.

Iraya sipped champagne. Watched with a smile that never touched her eyes.

Across the room, Jason glanced at her. Just once. Just briefly.

Their eyes met.

He looked away.

She didn’t.

The wedding didn’t restore their reputation. It just made them a larger spectacle.

Kylie’s family had tied themselves to Jason without ever checking his past.

The truth eventually surfaced: he was from a middle-class family, with no wealth, no inheritance. The outrage that followed was worse than the pregnancy scandal.

Within a month, Kylie’s family tried to annul the marriage. But it was too late.

With no prenuptial agreement in place, Jason was legally entitled to half of Kylie’s inheritance.

That alone was enough to send her parents into a quiet, burning rage.

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