Nathalie.
“There’s a video of you stripping on the internet. It’s already got over a million views, and everyone’s tearing Nathaniel apart for dating a stripper.”
“What?” The phone nearly slipped from my hand, my chest clamping shut. My mind raced through every possible way this could spiral.
“Just hold on, I’ll be with you shortly,” Caroline said, then hung up.
I sat frozen for a long moment. Then I grabbed my phone and logged into i********:. My profile had always been clean, just ordinary selfies, nothing dramatic. Now thousands of strangers were flooding my notifications, and filthy comments were piling up under photos I’d posted years ago.
I found the video first. Uploaded by some anonymous blog with no face, no name behind it. My stomach dropped as I looked closer; this footage
