Lily Thompson
The scandal wasn’t just online.
It was everywhere.
On TV screens in shop windows.
On the cover of magazines at the checkout line.
Whispered in the hallways at Denzol.
Even the morning radio DJ had the audacity to laugh about it like I was a punchline.
Everywhere I turned, there I was—blurred photos of me beside Ryan, headlines screaming:
“CEO Sleeping With His Assistant.”
“Single Mom Mistress Exposed.”
“Unqualified Lily Thompson Wrecks Denzol’s Image.”
It didn’t matter that none of it was true. The world believed it.
And the questions—God, the questions.
Outside my apartment. Outside the office. Outside Isabella’s school. Reporters swarmed like flies, microphones thrust at me, flashes burning my eyes.
“Lily! How long have you been sleeping with Ryan Edwards?”
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