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Hannah’s POV:My eyes widened, and the boy’s statement replayed in loops in my head like a broken record. What does he mean by ‘beat up your husband’? Where could he have heard that from?Like the room could sense my confusion. I heard the newscaster on the TV in the patient’s waiting room across from me. I took a step closer to get a proper view of the headline and to hear what the woman broadcasting was saying.“Breaking news! A young CEO has been hospitalized after being attacked by his own wife.” The woman in the black suit and round glasses read out on the screen. Cue in was a clip of Hayes being rushed out of an ambulance and into a hospital. Inserted at the top left corner of the screen was a picture of her.“The vicious attacker is the woman on the screen right now. The news has quickly gained traction, with the public sympathizing with the husband and calling for justice,” she went on, her voice maintaining a curated tone. “This has also raised more awareness of male domesti

Hannah’s POV:My mouth went dry, the metal glass of the phone still pressed against my ear. “What do you mean revoke my spot from the competition?” I asked.I heard Josh’s heavy breathing from the other end, like he was trying to process something that shouldn’t be happening in the first place. “It’s the news, Hannah; it has spread like an infectious vine.” He paused. “These lies they’re spreading about you, are you okay? This must be intense for you.”Intense wouldn’t be the word I would use to describe what I was feeling right now. It would be something around ‘expected.’ I had expected this kind of feigned plot from Lenora. This playing the victim act was her logo, and she wore it like it was a badge of honor. The second word I would use to describe how I was feeling would be ‘unimpressed.’ I was unimpressed that Lenora chose to be this predictable and play this blaming game.Josh’s voice sounded through when he didn’t hear me respond. “I’ll be back in town tomorrow; let’s meet up

Hannah’s POV:Lies never hold still for long. When light cuts through the constructed walls of lies, the structure crumbles, the mask falls off, and the truth is laid bare. Nothing is hidden under the sun.And the thing with lies is that they are infectious for the ones who tell them; they spread like poisonous vines. They find themselves building up more lies to cover up for their previous lies. But it gets to a point when the dam fills up so much it begins to pour out, all the lies flooding out in all their sinful glory.Today was one of those days when the dam of lies pours out and the light cuts through its thick constructed walls.The courtroom was drenched in loud silence, the tension palpable in the air; you could almost taste it on your tongue. The warm lighting of the room cast a light shadow on the judge's face, who looked like he was in his late forties. His slant eyes hidden behind round glasses whispered years of experience in his field.I was seated in the defendants sec

Hannah’s POV:Social media has been buzzing for the past few days. The story was on everyone’s lips. Lenora’s name was everywhere—basically anyone with internet access had heard about her. And her conference livestream? It had spread like wildfire, with the whole city excitedly watching.But the big question on everyone’s mind was—would the violent wife, Hannah, show up?The answer?Yes.I stepped into the packed hall, black heels clicking against the tile, and a red leather coat contoured my body outline. It was a statement piece, announcing to the room before I even spoke that I wasn’t here to play the victim or win sympathy. No! I was here to blind the lies with the truth and destroy everything that propagated that lie in the first place.Immediately I entered, all eyes turned to me, camera lights flashed like there was a thunderstorm, and the hall itself rattled to its very foundation from the uproar.“She actually showed up?”“She’s all dressed up like she has nothing to be asham

Hannah’s POV: The sun was already dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and burnt orange. The internet drama was still ongoing, and I had sent Josh home, saying I needed some alone time. As soon as he left, I got into the shower and took a cold bath in a bid to help me calm myself. Since the livestream, I’ve not had time to myself without the noise from either people around me or people online. The gushing sound of the bath tap was a welcome change. Stepping out of the shower, I decided I needed to clear my head, and a drive-through with the windows down and breeze sweeping through my hair might just be exactly what I need. I got dressed, and just as I was about to head out, I received a text. Seeing who the message was from, I wasn’t too surprised, really. “Lenora. It’s about time.” I knew that it wouldn't be long before the online dragging would get to her and make her do something as foolish as threatening me through text. Typical Lenora. “You mus