Veronica.
My phone kept pinging with notifications, but I didn't bother to check.
I already knew whatever I would find—from invitations, interviews, reporters showing up out of nowhere, and calling me a liar.
Harassment would be a belittling word for the way the bulletins were treating me. I was labeled a snake, a liar, and one bulletin even called me a husband snatcher.
They were all terrible, but it still didn't change the fact that their words had brought me hurt.
"Sorry about Adrian. I should have known that man was a problem," Uncle Bernard said, breaking into my thoughts. "Let's just wait until the whole thing calms down. Maybe we can approach him then."
I thought calling Uncle Bernard would have made things easier for me. But clearly, that too was a bad decision.
