IvyI barely slept.After the chaos at the party, after the slap, after watching Asher walk away into the night, I had tossed and turned for hours. The alcohol had left me with a dull headache and a heavy sense of dread. I finally drifted off sometime close to dawn.“Ivy! Ivy, wake up!”Lena’s voice yanked me violently back to consciousness. She burst into the room, still in her pajamas, waving her phone like it was on fire.“Ivy, oh my God, wake up right now!”I sat up groggily, rubbing my eyes. My head pounded. “What… what time is it?”“You need to see this.” She shoved the phone into my hands, already playing a video.The clip was shaky, clearly filmed by someone in the crowd at the party. It started with Asher grabbing my wrist and pulling me away, then Marcus intervening. The fight exploded on screen — punches, shoving, drinks flying. Then the camera zoomed in on the moment I slapped Asher hard across the face. The audio caught the sharp crack perfectly.The caption above the vid
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