“Exactly! How can someone like this even exist in the world without harming others?”
Public outrage escalated rapidly and my photo quickly climbed to the top of trending searches online!
Labels like “monster mother,” “hotel whore,” and “venomous woman” became synonymous with my identity.
With the influencers stoking the flames, the crowd's anger surged and they started hurling eggs and rotten vegetables at me, shouting obscenities.
I felt like a lamb awaiting slaughter, surrounded by a heap of trash and enduring a barrage of insults.
Dorian glared at me, his fury palpable.
“Calista, it’s reached this point and you still won’t say anything?”
“How long are you planning to protect that scoundrel?”
Seeing the mix of anguish and self-righteousness on Dorian’s face, I couldn’t help but let out a series of cold, mocking laughs.
His anger flared even more at my defiance. He began to kick me violently.
“Are you even human? At a time like this, you can still laugh?!”
“What kind of curse did I bring upon myself in a past life to end up married to a viper like you?”
I curled up on the ground, writhing in pain from his kicks and drenched in cold sweat.