I had achieved exactly what I set out to do.
Her reputation was crumbling before her eyes, every murmur of disdain a punishment for her betrayal.
"Isn’t that right? They’d strut around, acting all high and mighty, like they’re some kind of royalty. Hah! Deep down, they’re nothing more but sluts," someone in the crowd jeered.
"Selling goods by day, selling their bodies by night!" another person sneered, stirring laughter and nods among the bystanders.
The security guard, initially stepping forward to break up the confrontation, paused when he overheard the damning messages I had read aloud. He folded his arms, settling back with a smirk to watch the unfolding spectacle.
With the rise of social media, everyone’s a reporter. Spectators pulled out their phones to snap photos and started live-streams.
"I love seeing this homewrecker get her due!" someone muttered as they recorded.
"I need to get in on this. Imagine the views I’ll get!"
As more people gathered at the entrance, the crowd thickened until it reached hundreds, their shouts and chatter filling the air.