The next day, a video surfaced of Eleanor with multiple men, her breathy moans impossible to ignore. The internet erupted all over again.
Julian scrolled through the flood of comments tearing Eleanor apart, and felt something close to satisfaction settle in his chest. He thought of the compromising photos she had spread of Vivi, and told himself this was only the beginning. Eleanor was going to pay for every single thing she had done to her.
He cleared out everything work-related, shut himself in his darkened bedroom, and spent hours sending message after message to Vivi, compulsively, almost punishingly. Every single one came back the same way. The "failed to send" notifications. The cold light of the phone screen lit up his hollowed-out face, stubble grown thick along his jaw.
He went
