I watched her put on her little performance, numb and broken inside.
As soon as she stormed off, the nurse pushed open the ward door.
“It’s time for your surgery,” she said.
She hoisted me into a wheelchair. With my pelvis fractured, I had no choice but to rest one leg awkwardly on the armrest.
But the moment we reached the corridor, a massive crowd swarmed in.
Reporters wielding cameras, microphones—
Familiar faces from school among them.
“Jen Sherman, is it appropriate for a college student to engage in group sex, leading to a ruptured lower body?”
“Jen, you’ve always been top of your class. But now, many suspect you earned your grades by selling your body. Do you have anything to say?”
“Jen, the school has officially revoked your postgraduate qualification, citing moral corruption. Any comments?”
Frozen in horror, I barely noticed the school thug sneering beside me.
“If I’d known you were this desperate,” he chuckled, “I would’ve had my turn earlier.”
Then, without warning, he yanked my loose-fitting pants down.
Under the harsh glare of the cameras, my disfigured body was exposed.
I tensed, terrified that the dark brown liquid seeping from my wounds would drip onto the floor.