The night had grown late, yet Liora’s hotel room remained lit by the glow of her phone screen. She sat on the edge of the bed, still wearing the red gown from the talk show earlier. Her makeup had begun to fade, leaving faint black streaks beneath her eyes.

Her phone wouldn’t stop buzzing with notifications. She scrolled through the flood of messages on her social media accounts.

> “Slut! Stop messing with someone else’s marriage!”

“Desperate for fame—using Arga’s name again to get attention.”

“If you were really Arga’s true love, why did you leave him before? Now you pretend to care?!”

Liora’s fingers trembled. The more she read,...