Chapter 55
JOAN’S POV The next day, I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my phone. Notifications flooded the screen. My phone buzzed so much I thought it might actually explode. My name was plastered across every news article, headline, and gossip column: The mysterious Joan Hathaway—The Cinderella Bride of Derrick Stonewood. It felt surreal. A part of me wanted to smile, to feel special, but the amount of hate pouring into my inbox shattered any feeling of happiness I wanted to have. I got a lot of hate messages in my i********: message box. Don’t even get me started on the comments. “You don’t deserve him.” “Gold digger.” “He could do so much better.” And the worst—death threats. I sighed and opened i********:, immediately setting my page to private again. The comments there were worse. I
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