“Vania, did you see the news this morning?”

Adrian’s voice, her personal assistant, sounded hurried at the other end of the phone.

“What now?” Vania answered wearily, sitting at her desk with her laptop open.

Adrian hesitated, then said, “They… aired an old clip. A snippet of the time you and Arga were first seen in public. The camera angle… makes you look like the homewrecker.”

“Homewrecker?” Vania stood up suddenly; her chair screeched. “That’s not true! Everyone knows Arga already—”

“But the public doesn’t care about the truth, Miss,” Adrian interrupted. “They only see what the media wants to show.”

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That afternoon Vania braved opening social media. Her...