The hallway felt wrong.Not the usual hum of voices or TV noise from the ward.This corridor was narrow, dim, and smelled faintly metallic, like old coins. The walls were bare, no bulletin boards, no faded posters about “healthy coping skills.” Just blank beige and the low, steady buzz of something mechanical behind them.The two nurses walked on either side of her, their shoes making soft squeaks on the floor. Neither spoke. “Walk quickly, lawsuit girl.”Naya glanced at the doors they passed — small, square plaques with numbers, no windows. Everything here looked like it was designed to keep people from seeing in… or out.They stopped in front of a door at the end of the hall. One nurse knocked once, then opened it.The office inside was so neat it made her skin prickle. Papers stacked in perfect piles. A single pen aligned with the edge of a leather desk pad. The blinds on the small window were tilted exactly the same way.It looked like a room waiting for a meeting — waiting for
“Lawsuit girl! Come with me!!”A nurse with a clipboard led Naya down a hallway that smelled faintly of disinfectant and overcooked vegetables. The walls were painted the color of chewed gum, the doors numbered in plain block print, as if any trace of beauty might somehow be dangerous here.“This is the day room,” the nurse said, pushing open a door.Naya stepped inside to a blast of fluorescent light and low, constant noise. A television in the corner played a game show. A woman in a sweatshirt with frayed cuffs rocked in her chair, mumbling the same phrase under her breath. Two men were hunched over a puzzle table, not speaking.“Group starts in ten minutes,” the nurse added, then left her there.She felt eyes on her before she even sat down.“You’re the one from the lobby video,” a thin man in a plaid shirt said from across the room. His hair stuck up at odd angles, like it had given up on being tamed.Naya stiffened. “And you’re the one who doesn’t mind his own business.”He grinn
The city’s cold air slapped her cheeks as she strode toward Daniel’s office tower. The glass façade shimmered like it belonged to another planet, one where the rules bent for men in suits and women like her got erased.She didn’t slow as she reached the revolving door. Security inside immediately clocked her — the sharp-eyed man behind the desk straightened, one hand sliding toward his walkie-talkie.“I’m here to see Daniel Carter” Naya said, loud enough for the lobby to hear.The guard didn’t even pretend to check a list. “He’s not expecting you.”“I don’t care if he’s expecting me. Tell him Naya Rivera’s here.”“Ma’am—”She brushed past the desk, toward the elevator bank. The guard moved fast, stepping in front of her, his palm out like she was a speeding car.“Back up, ma’am.”“No. He lied. He ruined my life. I’m not leaving until he—”A woman in a headset and pencil skirt hurried over from reception, putting herself between them. “Ms. Rivera, you can’t—”“Don’t say my name like yo
The hotel room had been too quiet for too long.Naya sat cross-legged on the bed, her phone a block of cold glass in her palm. She scrolled and scrolled, like she could find one post—just one—that didn’t cut. Instead, her own face stared back from a dozen angles, grainy stills from the lobby, her mouth open mid-scream.Unhinged!...Slut for hire...A lawsuit and a lap dance in one convenient package...She’d muted words, blocked accounts, but they multiplied. People she’d thought were friends—people who’d once sent her You’re so brave messages—were now posting memes about her with crying-laughing emojis.She tossed the phone onto the bed like it had burned her. The TV was already on, the volume low, but the ticker at the bottom scrolled her name, over and over.“…Rivera’s erratic behavior continues to spark debate—”She grabbed the remote and turned it up.“—some legal experts question whether her latest outburst signals desperation. Others believe—”“Others believe you should all shu
Naya's Pov“Takes one to know one.”The smirk on Adrian’s face was the last match to the fire already roaring inside her. Heat and disbelief surged up her throat.Naya’s scream tore through the polished quiet of his office. She didn’t even hear the words at first—only felt the sound push from her chest. Her eyes landed on the nearest object—a framed photo of Adrian shaking hands with some politician. She snatched it up and hurled it toward the wall.Glass shattered in a sharp, satisfying burst.“You bastard!” she spat, already moving for the heavy crystal paperweight on his desk.Adrian didn’t flinch. “You’ll have to do better than that, sweetheart.” His voice was lazy, amused.Her hand swept across the desk, sending papers, pens, and a coffee cup crashing to the floor. The liquid bled into his expensive rug, but she didn’t care. Daniel had moved to stand, like he might intervene, but the glare she cut him froze him in place.The door burst open. Two security guards strode in, their m
Naya's pov“Adrian?” I called out, running my eyes.The room was empty and strangely enough the other side of the bed was neatly made.The first thing I noticed was the quiet.Not the soft, lazy quiet of a Saturday morning. This was different, it felt hollow.Maybe because Adrian was not making breakfast and listening to his daily workout playlist.The sheets were cool beside me, the faint dent in the pillow already fading. Adrian was gone. No note, no message. Just the faint scent of his cologne lingering like an afterthought.Something in my chest tightened, and before I could tell myself not to overthink, my phone buzzed. And then buzzed again. And again.I rolled over, grabbed it from the nightstand—and froze at the screen lighting up like fireworks.Thirty-seven missed calls. Dozens of texts. Push notifications from gossip sites I didn’t even follow. My stomach dropped before I opened a single one.The first headline hit me like a fist: RIVERA’S LEGAL STRATEGY? SPREAD HER LEGS AN