{EMY}
Rehearsals were private for the fear of leaking the entire routine to the masses.
And I knew who had filmed it.
I also knew who had posted it.
There was only one person who could do whatever she wanted and walk away without facing any consequences.
Jewel.
That woman was hell-bent on destroying me—on erasing me completely from Ren's life, as if my existence were something she could simply cut out and discard.
The comments scrolled endlessly beneath the video—accusations, assumptions, venom dressed up as curiosity.
Each one tried to define me, strip me down to a caricature, smear my name with something sticky and impossible to wash off.
My fingers curled slowly into a fist.
It was none other than Jewel.
Of course it was.
She had the motive and the power to do it without the consequences.
I should have been more careful.
But regret wouldn't help me now.
