Kicked Out, Flash-Married, and Now He Won't Let Me Go

Chapter 116: Chapter 116: Her Excellence

Vivian Lowell’s mind reeled when she saw the post on X.

She read it three times. She clicked through to Julian Faulkner’s profile several times. After confirming it was really his account, she sagged back into her chair.

"..."

She was a little dumbfounded.

’What does Julian mean by this?’

’Aren’t we... supposed to have a secret marriage?’

In that instant, it wasn’t just Vivian who was reeling—it was the entire internet.

In the blink of an eye, Julian Faulkner’s post shot to the top of the trending list with overwhelming momentum, marked with an "Explosive" tag.

Not only that, but when Vivian Lowell picked up her phone to scroll through X, she found the app was starting to lag.

’Did this really make X lag?’

Vivian Lowell swallowed hard and looked at the picture of their marriage certificate that Julian Faulkner had posted.

The certificate was open, with their dates of birth and ID numbers censored. The only thing visible was their marriage photo.

It was the photo they had taken on Valentine’s Day.

Vivian remembered that day.

When they took the photo, Vivian had only worn light makeup. She looked delicate and fresh, a stark contrast to her usual glamorous appearance on camera.

She looked more like a college student.

The internet went wild.

"If it didn’t say Vivian Lowell’s name right there, I almost wouldn’t have recognized her. Oh my god, my idol actually married Vivian Lowell! What did she ever do to deserve him?!"

"To the person above me, what did she do to deserve him? Vivian Lowell was my classmate. You probably don’t know this, but she was a student at Aethelburg University—the kind who got accepted directly into the graduate program! In school, she won a first-class scholarship for several years in a row, and her design work even won an award in an international competition! You ask what she did to deserve him? What did *you* ever do?"

"Whoa! To the person above, is what you said true? Vivian Lowell is really that impressive!? A genius from Aethelburg University... I guess she’s barely qualified to be with our President Faulkner!"

And then...

Below that, the comment thread went off-topic.

Most of the discussion devolved into whether Vivian Lowell was truly that outstanding. Some expressed skepticism, believing the claim about her being an Aethelburg University student was a complete fabrication.

Vivian fell silent as she looked at the comment section.

’Just a moment ago, I was still wondering how to clear my name.’

Their relationship wasn’t supposed to be public yet. All she’d wanted was to ask Julian for the dashcam footage from his car.

The dashcam must have recorded the scene when Robert Lowell and Sharon Galahad came to find her.

Robert Lowell had staged the accident on purpose; Vivian hadn’t hit him at all. And Sharon Galahad’s words were purely an attempt to guilt-trip her.

Or perhaps they were trying to bait Vivian into saying something they could later edit and post online.

Of course, the best option was to post the entire, unedited video online. Once people saw the full context, they would surely stop siding with Robert Lowell and Sharon Galahad.

But now, the focus of public opinion had shifted to her marriage to Julian Faulkner, her academic background, and her university awards.

"..."

Vivian couldn’t help but facepalm.

She took out her phone, intending to call Julian Faulkner and ask him how he had suddenly found out about the situation online and why he chose to handle it this way.

However, just as Vivian pulled out her phone, a call came in from Eleanor Rhodes.

Eleanor seemed very excited.

"Vivian! I saw the news tonight! Oh my god, President Faulkner is the man! Protecting his wife so boldly—I’m totally fangirling over this!"

"Ahem, what I mean is, it’s great that he did that! Stepping up to protect you at a critical moment—that’s what a real man should do!"

"Vivian, don’t worry. No matter what, I’ve got your back!"

"Oh, by the way, a professor from Aethelburg University just called me. She asked if she could help you out, saying she has an X account with a lot of followers."

"She usually just shares study tips and book recommendations, but this time she’s willing to speak up for you and shield you from all the online trolls!"

Vivian was deeply moved after hearing what Eleanor said.

A professor from Aethelburg University.

Vivian hadn’t been a particularly active student back then. She was too busy during her university years, juggling her studies with numerous design projects.

Come to think of it, she hadn’t interacted much with her professors, but they had always been very fair. They never showed favoritism when it came to awarding scholarships or recommending students for graduate programs, regardless of how close a student was to them.

Now that a professor was willing to stand up for her, Vivian said, "Tanya, if it’s not too much trouble, that would actually be great."

"Hmm... but the professors at Aethelburg have always been pretty low-key. And you know how viciously I’ve been attacked over everything recently. I’m afraid of dragging the professor into it."

"Don’t worry about it!"

But Eleanor wasn’t concerned. "I’ve already posted the photos of you winning awards at our club activities back at Aethelburg," she said.

"Hmph, those idiots! They’re probably just failing students with nothing better to do than tear people down online. I’ll show them just how cruel reality can be!"

"Vivian, you’re not just beautiful—you’re a top student and have a real talent for your work! Hmph, a perfect person like you... in what way are you not good enough for Julian Faulkner?"

"..."

Vivian really wanted to argue with that statement.

’Why does she have to lump me and Julian together like that?’ But it seemed she had no way to refute it.

’Oh, whatever.’

Vivian sighed and said, "Tanya, I know you mean well. Thank you. Are you done catching the cat? Remember to go home and rest. Don’t overwork yourself."

"Okay, I know, I..."

Before she could finish, there was a knock at Vivian’s office door. A light, somewhat gentle voice spoke. "It’s me, Julian Faulkner. Vivian, is this a good time?"

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