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I’d finally made up my mind to start over. 

For years, my entire world had revolved around Dashiell–I never even considered my own career. 

My dad had wanted me to take over his overseas corporation ages ago, but I couldn’t let go of Dashiell 

Well, now I was free. 

There was nothing holding me back anymore, and I could finally fight for my future. 

But first, I needed to spend some time studying at a university abroad. 

It didn’t take long before I got my acceptance letter. 

Since I wouldn’t be coming back anytime soon, I set up a dinner to say goodbye to a few friends. 

In a private room at the restaurant, Ottilie was scrolling on her phone while picking at her food. 

“If you keep ignoring your food, you’re paying for dinner,” Cassie warned. 

Ottilie acted like she didn’t hear a word, frowning and swiping through videos. 

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” she snapped. 

“Sera, your cousin just posted a video dragging you through the mud.” 

“She’s calling you a homewrecker, and it’s blowing up all over social media.” 

I frowned and opened my phone. 

Before I could even launch the app, a notification popped up. 

Top trending: Heiress from the Cooper family exposed as a mistress. 

I was so pissed I almost dropped my chopsticks. 

Anna really was cut from the same cloth as Dashiell–playing the victim while stabbing others in the back. 

In the video, she cried and claimed her relationship with Dashiell hadn’t come easy. 

She said she had to study abroad to secure her future, and while she was away, I kept clinging to Dashiell. 

That, apparently, was what led to their breakup. 

But according to her, they never stopped loving each other. 

So the second she came back, they got married. 

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And even after they tied the knot, I supposedly kept bothering Dashiell, trying to break up their marriage. 

She even posted a twisted screenshot of our chat, where I messaged her from a burner account to set up a meeting–cutting out all the context. 

Then she went on a rant about how entitled I was–like I was some psycho mistress from hell. 

Anna had obviously spent real money pushing this to the top of the feed. 

She played the emotional victim perfectly–crying on camera, baiting sympathy. 

People hate mistresses. 

And they really hate rich ones. 

The backlash came fast and hard. 

My inbox was flooded with hate messages–over a hundred, just in the first hour. 

People telling me to die, that my company should go bankrupt–vile stuff. 

Cassie squeezed my hand and whispered, “It’s okay. Let the PR team handle this.” 

Honestly, they’d be on it whether I told them or not. 

But I didn’t just want damage control. 

If Anna wanted war, I’d give her one. 

I left dinner early and headed straight home. 

There, I pulled out the receipts–everything I’d saved from Dashiell’s computer. 

Messages. Screenshots. Photos. Videos. 

Even the texts where he said he didn’t want to get married or file for a license. 

I dumped it all online. 

The timeline was crystal clear. 

Anna and Dashiell broke up for months before he and I got together. 

By the time Anna came back and married him, I was his real girlfriend. 

Hell, he even proposed to me during that time. 

I paired the posts with some carefully selected hashtags. 

Then I poured a good chunk of money into promotion, and the sharks–aka influencer accounts–did the rest. 

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My post hit number one on the trending page like wildfire, 

People started demanding answers from Anna. 

They asked if she knew Dashiell hadn’t even broken up with me when they got married. 

She tried to keep playing the victim. 

Said she had no idea. 

But it didn’t take long for internet sleuths to find her burner account. 

She’d posted plenty of shady stuff about me and Dashiell on there. 

It was obvious she knew we were together. 

Her last post from that account? 

The day before she married him. 

So yeah, she knew. 

After that, she ditched the burner and started flooding her main with lovey–dovey posts. 

I took advantage of the moment and posted a heartfelt essay. 

I said I used to believe Anna was just another victim, fooled by Dashiell like I was. 

So when I saw their marriage license, I walked away. 

I wanted to preserve my dignity and let them be. 

But Dashiell wouldn’t let go. 

He went to my family, begging to keep up his “faithful boyfriend” act. 

That’s when I asked Anna to meet–in person. 

I just wanted to tell her the truth. 

Anna knew he and I hadn’t broken up, and she married him anyway. 

She wasn’t just complicit–she was deliberate. 

And now she wanted to play innocent? Please. 

I hadn’t spoken to Dashiell in months. 

He picked her. 

Why was she still obsessed with tearing me down? 

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Anna commented on my post: 

“If it weren’t for you, Dashiell wouldn’t have asked for a divorce!” 

“I was pregnant and he told me to get an abortion!” 

I replied: 

“That’s between you and Dashiell. Not my problem.” 

“He’s a stranger to me now. I don’t even want to look at him.” 

Meanwhile, Dashiell stayed silent through all of it–never defending either of us. 

But the internet found him anyway. 

Word was, he spiraled after getting exposed and ended up fired. 

I walked away untouched. 

Anna? 

Not so lucky. 

People turned on her fast once the truth came out. 

She had to shut down every one of her accounts. 

Compared to the hell I’d lived through these last seven years, though? 

That was nothing. 

Let her deal with it. 

I was done.