Juliette
Since Harvey's death, I feel stuck in a nightmare that won't stop. A horror movie that won't end.
Last night, Hellen Hansen did an interview that tarnished my career. This morning, protesters paid me a loud visit demanding for justice. Demanding for my head on a silver platter.
Shockingly, I've been numb to all this. All my friends and family keep calling asking if I'm okay. Ofcourse I tell them that I'm okay. And they tell me it will all pass and I'll eventually move on. Probably find another man to marry. But I'll never marry another man. Not after watching my husband die in my arms and then getting accused for his murder. Who would risk repeating such horror?
Two hours ago, I was on a call with my parents. Tears burst out of my eyes when my mom told me she'd been kicked out
