He'd been walking in and out of my home—and I never knew.
And the woman clinging to him. Who was she?
"This video is fake! That's not me!"
"You made it with AI!"
Sebastian looked at me, bored. "Enough. Things have gone this far. Can you just stop lying?"
"I never wanted to show these. You're the one who had to push it this far."
He swiped open his phone gallery, and a spread of obscene photos jumped off the screen.
The face on that screen, eyes unfocused and glassy, was unmistakably mine.
Like someone had blown a whistle, the people around me pounced all at once, voices crashing over each other.
"A worn-out piece of trash like you—my son's willing to marry you and you should be thanking your lucky stars!"
"I've worked this building three years. Seen plenty of women like her."
"Oh, she puts on a real good show during the day, but past midnight those delivery boys just keep heading upstairs, one after another. You think they're bringing food?"
"I always wondered how a girl that young could buy a place here. Now it makes sense—she laid her way to every last penny."