Adrian Lee’s POV
It’s 8:00 a.m., and she still hasn’t taken the post down.
I’ve been refreshing the blog for an hour, my laptop glowing in the dim light of my room, but nothing changes. The headline stays there, bold and cruel. Every click feels like another punch to the gut.
My name.
My family’s company.
And that photo — blurred, distant, and enough to make people speculate.
Elena did this.
I don’t even know what she was thinking. Maybe she wasn’t thinking at all. Or maybe she knew exactly the chaos she would unleash.
I drag my hand down my face, pulse hammering in my temples. The comments section is exploding — people analysing, inventing, and tearing apart a life they know nothing about. My whole world, everything my parents have built, is suddenly entertainment.
I scroll again
