“I’m not guilty… I’m not guilty!” Vanessa jolted awake from her restless sleep. Cold sweat drenched her temples, her breath ragged, and her eyes darted wildly around the darkened room. At the edge of the bed, a silhouette stood—Deviana’s shadow, staring at her with accusing eyes, her face blurring and twisting into Adrian’s cold expression.

“Go away! Don’t look at me like that!” Vanessa hurled a pillow into the emptiness, her body trembling. Yet when she switched on the lamp, the vision vanished. Only her reflection stared back at her from the mirrored wardrobe: hair disheveled, face pale, eyes swollen with exhaustion.

Ever since the fake scandal she orchestrated began...