The press conference was livestreamed across the internet. Hundreds of millions of viewers tuned in, while the company had already hired paid commenters to blend into the chat and steer public opinion.
As soon as I stepped off the red carpet, reporters rushed toward me.
"Ms. Wallace, we've heard that Kyla has been hospitalized. Is that true?"
"I suppose it is," I replied casually. "She hasn't called to curse me out lately."
The reporter's eyes lit up, sensing gossip, but before he could ask another question, someone else cut in.
"Ms. Wallace, what do you think about the online accusations that you knowingly became the other woman? Are they true, or is someone spreading rumors?"
Here it comes.
Miguel sat in front of the livestream, staring intently at the screen.
I looked into the c
