9:15pm.
I’m sitting at the kitchen island, relief washing over my face as I read the article Hailey just posted five minutes ago. Comments are already flooding in: some supportive, most are not. Stuff like “Fraud.” “Desperate loser trying to ruin an innocent athlete.” “Attention w***e who got rejected.”
Ouch. It did seem that way to them. But they don’t know s**t, and apparently, neither did I, because I still have no idea why she actually went through with it.
I set the phone down and drag a hand through my hair, staring at the dark screen. She actually did it. After all the back and forth, the threats, the shitty deals… she cleared my name. Publicly. While I know she was supposed to be with Elias tonight.
The thought lands heavy. When I stormed out on her earlier, I’d seen Elias wait
