***FLORA’S POV***I had been living like a ghost for the past two weeks, and it had been nothing short of hell.I barely went out. And when I did, I had to cover my face—burns still visible from what Clyde had done to me. Even then, when someone managed to recognize me and follow, I always found a way to lose them.My phone had become a graveyard of missed calls and unread messages. I stopped opening them because nothing ever came from them that was good.My agency dropped me within forty-eight hours of the story breaking. My endorsements vanished—cancelled, terminated, contracts pulled so quickly it felt like they had been waiting for an excuse. Three brands I had worked with for years released public statements distancing themselves from me.Even my own family held a press conference.And I was forced to watch my mother stand in front of cameras, saying they were deeply ashamed of me, that my actions did not reflect their values, and offering their “sincerest apologies” to the publi
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