Chapter 3The Billionaire's Secret Fan Account

After replying to all my private messages one by one, I took a deep breath, suppressed my reluctance, and prepared to deactivate my account.

But suddenly, my fiancé's name caught my eye. He was trending at #1 on X—

#CarterSterlingCryingInCar

Curious, I clicked on the hashtag, and a ten-second video auto-played.

The dim yellow light of a streetlamp illuminated Carter's sharp, sculpted profile.

His long eyelashes were lowered, his shoulders trembling slightly, and the tear tracks on his face were clearly visible. He radiated a sense of brokenness, as if he were on the verge of despair.

The replies were going crazy.

"Oh my god, the Devil of Wall Street is actually crying? Did the sun rise in the west today..."

"Lmao, with those pathetic noises, I thought his Maybach was haunted."

"Scary, scary. Whatever demon possessed our CEO Sterling, please get out of his body quickly..."

"So what exactly could make this cold-blooded demon king shed tears?"

That comment sparked a wave of speculation about why Carter was crying.

Some said he was in agony over being forced into an arranged marriage. Others said the stress of running a billion-dollar empire had finally broken him.

But whatever the reason, I couldn't care less.

I skimmed the comments absentmindedly and went back to coordinating my post-retirement affairs with my agent.