Thanks to Vivienne and Carter's viral publicity, the agreement I had exposed was slowly being buried.
To the public, they were the victims. I was the punchline.
People on the street recognized me, pointing and whispering as I passed by. At the supermarket, the cashier would scan my groceries, glance at me twice, hesitate, then look away quickly.
My mother no longer let me go out alone. I knew it wasn't because she was afraid something would happen to me, but because she was afraid of being filmed.
Still, I opened Twitter every day, not to hurt myself, but to count their mistakes.
The louder Carter got, the more mistakes he made.
Carter's company stock had rebounded, and he took the opportunity to host a livestream celebration. He invited several industry insiders, hoping to attract n
