"Fiona… what have you done to yourself?" Ester gasped, rushing forward. She carefully helped her daughter up, guiding her to the bed.
Ester had already seen the trolling—the cruel memes, the comments tearing Fiona apart over a photo she had once proudly posted on social media. Fiona had taken it down, but the damage was already done. Her image, so carefully crafted, had been reduced to public ridicule.
"Mom…" Fiona sobbed, clutching her mother as her voice broke. "Everyone hates me."
It was the first time Ester had seen her daughter like this—stripped of her pride, her sharp tongue, her defiance. Fiona had always stood tall, no matter the storm. But now she was weak, shattered, crying over something Ester still couldn't fully understand.
At home, Frederick was losing control of his business. And here, her daughter had become a laughing stock overnight.
Everything had flipped so suddenly.
And the cause of it all, Ester knew, traced back to one name—the Bennetts.
