Cheryl's POV
Zack shot Edith a displeased glance. "Ma'am, everything requires evidence. I can sue you for defamation!"
Edith tossed a file folder into my arms, sneering, "Cheryl, I warned you."
I slowly opened the folder, and as I glanced at its contents, my hand trembled. The papers fluttered to the floor like snowflakes—photos of Eric carrying me unconscious through the crowd after the party, him entering my apartment building, his handwritten recommendation letter for my artwork... While none of the images were overtly intimate, the subtle implication was enough to stir wild imaginations.
A wave of panic surged through me. I was confident in my art, but I had missed the submission deadline and relied on his recommendation. And with Eric living in my apartment, it was hard to deny th
