Too Late Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now novel Chapter 220

Aria's POV

I gripped my phone tighter as Nana's message popped up: "I'll start making arrangements! Time to clear up all those nasty rumors once and for all!"

During my second year after bursting onto the jet ski racing scene, my refusal to show my face had sparked some truly ridiculous gossip in the circuit.

The claims that I was "hideously ugly" were actually the tamer insults.

The more outrageous rumors suggested I was actually a man who couldn't qualify in the men's division, so I'd switched to the women's competitions to steal the spotlight. According to them, I refused to show my face to avoid the backlash when I was "exposed."

Seriously? The organizers obviously verified my gender before allowing me to compete in the women's division. But people who resented my success were numerous, and somehow even these brain-dead accusations found believers.

They were so relentless because they knew they could get away with it—I'd never shown my face to prove them wrong.

Well, all that bullshit was about to crumble now that I'd finally agreed to a public appearance.

Nana's excitement radiated through her next message: "OMG I'M SO EXCITED JJ!!! We're finally going to shut those idiots up!" followed by a dancing gif.

I felt a twinge of embarrassment. "Go ahead and set it up," I texted back.

Honestly, I'd never really cared about those rumors. I simply loved jet skiing—loved the rush of controlling something powerful across the water's surface. Piano playing was too peaceful; I needed something that made my blood pump.

As for what others thought? Whatever. Besides Nana and my close friends, no one knew JJ's real identity anyway.

Reading Nana's enthusiasm made me question if I'd been too passive about it all. Maybe I had.

My phone vibrated again with Nana's message: "Won't bother you anymore JJ! Going to get everything ready! Ahhhh so excited!!!"

I sent back a quick emoji before switching to Lillian's chat. She'd sent me a screenshot that made my stomach drop.

It was a gossip headline: "World-Famous CEO Sends Million-Dollar Jet Ski to His Secret Crush 'JJ' Despite Being Married."

Jesus Christ.

I quickly typed back, and Lillian responded immediately: "Does your husband know you're JJ now?"

"I haven't touched a jet ski since getting married..." I replied truthfully.

Lillian: "MY HUSBAND'S SECRET CRUSH IS ACTUALLY ME' LMAO I'M DYING HERE BABE!"

I couldn't help laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation.

"I... didn't see this coming," I admitted.

Lillian: "Surprised? Shocked? Happy?"

I paused before answering. I wasn't exactly surprised—more like stunned. And yes, there was definitely a tiny flutter of happiness.

If the jet ski was meant for me, then Diana's claims about "Aiden's secret crush" were complete bullshit. I'd been racing jet skis for years—if Aiden had really been crushing on JJ, wouldn't he have figured out my identity by now?

More importantly, this was the first gift he'd ever sent to my other identity. That had to mean genuine admiration, right?

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