Elena's POV
"Director, the stuff online is a misunderstanding. I didn't, I—"
The line went dead halfway through my explanation.
I took a sharp breath and dialed the number again.
This time, only a cold busy signal.
He blocked me.
For a split second, I felt the urge to cry, overwhelmed by the loss.
But the tears never came. I only managed a smile that was uglier than any cry.
"Elena, hold it together."
I stood frozen for a long time before walking into the bathroom.
Hot water poured over me. I frantically scrubbed the filth off my skin until it was red. Only then did the stench the crowd had thrown at me finally fade.
After drying my hair, I didn't rush to post a clarification online.
I knew anything I said now would be buried by fury and clickbait.
The haters needed to crush m
