Footsteps pounded behind me, reflected in the rearview mirror, as cameras from the film crew all zeroed in.
By the time I got home, their couple fans had blown up the internet.
Even my years-old alternate account was dug up. The comment section was a torrent of abuse, labeling me as a homewrecker.
Evelyn posted a picture of a wilting flower on her account with the caption: [It's okay. My love is buried deep in my heart.]
Her vulnerable demeanor attracted a wave of sympathy from fans, while my account was utterly bombarded.
I never wanted to fight for anything. Even when I left, all I felt was that I was outmatched, that I had to admit defeat.
But when the feelings I had poured my heart and soul into were twisted into a tale of scheming and ambition, my emotions took over.
Eve
