Chapter 119
Depression had be a heavy shroud that enveloped me each morning, making it difficult to find
the strength to get out of bed. The weight of the scandal, the loss. of reputation, and the betrayals I
had experienced had left me feeling emotionally drained and defeated. Yet, despite my better
judgment, I always found myself reaching for my phone.
As I scrolled through my notifications and messages, I couldn’t escape the feeling of dread that had
be a constantpanion. But somethingpelled me to return to the online chatroom
where my #TEVIE fans had once gathered, a ce where I had been celebrated and supported.
I read the hurtful and venomousments from fans who had once been my greatest supporters.
They had turned against me, denouncing #TEVIE and badmouthing me in the most vicious ways
possible. It was as if I had be a pariah, an object of scorn and derision..
EXTEVIE: Evie used to be such a role model. Now she’s just a disappointment…
TEVIEForever: Ugh, I have to change my username now. GROSS
UnoCuchono6: Creeping around with her boss? No wonder Timothy left her!
TIMOFOREVA: How pathetic
TELLARULZ: TEVIE is dead because of her I can’t believe I ever supported her
I couldn’t understand how it hade to this, how my reputation had been. tarnished to the point
where even my most loyal fans had turned their backs on me. It was a crushing blow.
As I scrolled through the chatroom, the anger and frustration inside me grew. I wanted to defend
myself, to exin that the usations against me were false, but I knew that it was futile. The
damage had been done, and my words would likely fall on deaf ears.
I closed the chatroom and set my phone aside. The online world that had once been a source of
connection and support had be a hostile and unforgiving ce, and I couldn’t bear to subject
myself to more hurtfulments and
usations.
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Aria was always warning me to stay off the inte. She was far more experienced in the online
world than I was. Her own Timothy fan pages, which she’d gone out of her way to delete, would be
littered with trolls of all sorts.
Of course, they were attacking an anonymous page. People were seeing my face everywhere, so
there was no mistaking who I was. Their attacks were personal.
As Iy in bed, staring at the ceiling, I couldn’t escape the feeling that my life had unraveled beyond
repair.
After days of feeling trapped inside my apartment, the walls closing in on me, I finally couldn’t take it
any longer. I needed to escape the suffocating atmosphere and get some fresh air. The scandal
that had engulfed my life felt like a relentless storm, and I hoped that a walk outside might offer
some respite.
As I stepped out into the crisp air, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of the situation pressing down
on me. The usations against me had left my reputation in tatters, and the relentless online
bacsh had taken a toll on my emotional well- being. I couldn’t help but wonder if there was any
way to salvage my career and restore my integrity.
The thought of approaching Jasper had crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed it. He had proven
himself to be a malicious maniptor, and engaging with him would only worsen the situation. I
needed to focus on gathering evidence to refute the false ims against me and expose his lies.
pose his lies.
As I strolled through the neighborhood, my mind raced with worries about the future. The decline in
clientele had been evident that very morning when I had checked my emails. Potential clients who
had once shown interest in my legal services were now backing away, their trust in me eroded by
the scandal.
I couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of hopelessness. My career, which had once been a source
of pride and aplishment, now seemed to be slipping through my fingers. I had worked tirelessly
to build my reputation, and in a matter of weeks, it had been tarnished beyond recognition.
I reached the nearby parking lot and stopped, my gaze falling on my car. The sight of it, still covered
in the remnants of the vandalism that withstood the rain.
I couldn’t understand how anyone could harbor so much hatred and resentment
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toward me, someone they didn’t even know personally. It was as if I had be a scapegoat for
their own frustrations and grievances.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling within me. I couldn’t let anger
consume me, but any hope I had was dwindling.
As I tried to wipe away some of the graffiti on my car, my fingers trembling with frustration. Red and
blue paint stained the palms of my hands, and spread to my jacket sleeves. I heard footsteps
approaching and turned around.
My heart thudded when I saw Timothy standing just a few feet away. His expression grew tense
when he met my eyes.
“Evie,” he said, his voice cutting through the silence like a de.
I blinked in surprise. “Timothy,” I replied tly.
He walked toward me, his gaze unwavering. “You’ve…been in the tabloids a lottely.”
I sighed, pressing my lips into a firm line. “I guess I have.”
Timothy frowned. “Do you know what’s going on with that? Why are they saying all those things
about you?”
I felt a surge of irritation rise within me. Thest thing I needed was Timothy probing into my
personal life one again, especially when it no longer concerned. him. I squared my shoulders and
leered up at him.”
“I don’t owe you any exnation, Timothy.”
He raised his eyebrows and jerked his head back, as if my words physically stunned him. “Well,
were you nning on denying it soon? To the public, I
mean…”
My patience wore thin, and I couldn’t hold back the anger that had been simmering just beneath the
surface.
“You have some nerve,” I snapped. “After everything you’ve done, you think you have the right to
inch your way back into my life? Are you looking for an ego boost, because you’re definitely not
getting it from me!”
Timothy’s jaw clenched and he squeezed his eyes shut. “Believe it or not, you’re
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name is tied to mine whenever any scandal hits the news, so if there’s something going on, I have a
right to know.”
I scoffed. “A right to know? Timothy, you lost any right to know anything about my life a long time
ago.”
Timothy’s face contorted with frustration as he turned away, running a hand. through his hair. “I
heard you. Your voice, the pictures…”
I narrowed my eyes at him. Just as I figured, he would make his own assumptions about the whole
thing. “I’m sure you did.”
“And it’s your boss, Evie,” he blurted out, seeming bewildered by his own words. “I mean…your
boss? Don’t you have anything to say about that?”
‘No, I don’t!” I shouted over him.
Timothy’s mouth fell open and he stepped back. He looked me up and down as the gears in his
head began to turn.
“You can believe whatever you want about me,” I continued. “If the media wants to call me a slut, let
them! From what I’ve seen, you don’t see me as anything more than that.”
With that, I turned away from him, determined to put as much distance between us as possible.
Once I was back in my apartment, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of hopelessness. The vandalism
on my car, the scandalous rumors that threatened to tarnish my reputation–it was all too much.
As I stood there, my hands stained with paint, it felt like I hadpletely lost control.
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