Fake it till you make it
The glow of the tablet screen lit the otherwise dim hospital room. Tessa lay propped up against the pillows, the stiff white sheets tucked neatly around her, though her body ached in ways that no sterile bed could soothe. Her face bore the angry line of a healing cut, a scar that had turned into the centerpiece of the internet’s outrage.
The headlines scrolled endlessly before her weary eyes.
“Justice for Tessa!”
“Billionaire’s Bride Assaults His business partner —Public Demands Accountability.”
“How Much Is a Woman’s Scar Worth? $16 Million Lawsuit Pending.”
Everywhere she looked, her name was trending. Tweets, TikToks, i********: reels, YouTube videos—all dissecting the moment Chloe’s hand landed on her face, replaying the restaurant footage caught by the
