Chapter 83
Sara’s Point of View
The room felt suffocating, as if the walls were conspiring to crush me under their silent judgment. The once vibrant posters of my movies lining the walls now seemed to mock me. My achievements, my success all of it felt tainted.
I sat on the edge of the bed, my knees drawn to my chest, staring blankly at the shattered pieces of my life reflected in the glossy magazine covers scattered across the floor. Each headline screamed my shame louder than the last.
"Sara Brown: A Career Built on Scandal."
"From Star to Pariah: The Downfall of Sara Brown."
"Hollywood's New Villain."
The weight of their words pressed down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. My throat felt raw from crying, and my eyes burned, but the tears had long dried up. All that was left
