Ayra’ POV
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Someone was framing this narrative. Stirring scandal. But who?
Another video. My stomach twisted.
This one was at the salon—Sandra, Ava, me, the talk, the tension, the mention of Leon’s name—
And my final words.
I covered my face, groaning into my palm.
"God, no..."
Who did this?
Sandra? But she was spiraling that day. She wouldn’t sabotage herself too.
A maid? Or someone from Leon’s circle?
I couldn’t even guess. My hands trembled as I glanced at the time—3:24am.
The article had been posted three hours ago.
I scrolled down—1.4M views. Thousands of comments.
*Who’s she?*
*She’s been living with him?^
*She looks too plain to be a Mrs Kael.*
*She played the long game, obviously.*
My throat tightened. The water in the pot hissed violently. A burning
