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I tried to breathe through them, but every inhale made it worse, like oxygen was bullying me. “I pulled his pants down. Jesus. I pulled his fucking pants down. Like I’m some revenge-obsessed freak who gets off on public humiliation. I’m gonna go viral, aren’t I? Someone’s gonna post it on TikTok with a dumb sound and a million likes and a hashtag like #WedgieWarrior or #HeartbreakHazard and oh my God—” I stopped. Choked on a sob. Slammed both fists into my thighs.

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“Mommy hurt herself, and I said a bad word.” Both girls jumped up. Rose ran to the bathroom, and River came to me. River gave me a hug, and then Rose came into the kitchen with a kids’ band-aid. “Are you okay?” “I will be, sweeties. Thank you.” “What does shit mean?” River asked, staring at my finger under the faucet. “Poop. But you can’t say the word outside, okay? It’s not nice.” I explained. They both nodded their heads, “Can we say it one time?” River asked with a sneaky look on her face.

Anything to erase the trace of what I did. I try to distract myself. Scroll through Tyler’s TikToks. My stomach twists when I see he’s uploaded something new. No. No. No. Surely he doesn’t think he can get away with this. TikTok would destroy him if they saw it delete the account, vanish everything, nothing left.

There was no love left in me for her, she only made my cock hard. “I’m so mad at you right now. You allowed this bullshit to ruin what we had. You could have confronted me but you took a bitchy route around this whole situation by ghosting me instead of confronting me like a real man. You believed the same bitch... the same bitch that participated in tricking me to come to this country and I was almost turned to a fucking prostitute because of her! You’re an asshole, Jason.”

I say, sadly. "That's not good"

Taking pleasure in my pain like it's entertainment specifically created for their amusement. I switch to TikTok and it's worse. Someone has made a compilation video of my "best moments" set to circus music. Another person has created a "transformation challenge" where people film themselves eating until they look similar to me, then dramatically falling down. The hashtag #TessaChallenge has 50 million views. T*****r is a wasteland of cruelty: "Tessa Whyte really said 'I'm going to steal my parents' money to fund my own humiliation' and honestly? Iconic!"

Sadly, it also means I’m about to become a meme on TikTok. Can’t he see that there are people with cameras around??? I spin around like a diva, eyes burning, and throw my arm out. "No. Don’t talk to me." My voice speaks of my inner hurt. If Dante cared about me, then he would stop the chase. Can’t he understand how humiliating this is for me? Really?

Tessa said, and I said my goodbyes, as she headed back out to the stage to grab the rest of her stuff * What did you do tonight? I miss you. I reread my text from Danny, debating on what to say back to him. I needed to plant a seed in his head to check my I*******m story, because Stacy and I had uploaded a couple videos with Tessa in plain sight. He hardly checked F******k, but I*******m was something he used often to keep up with his favorite NFL stars. "What do I say?" I asked aloud, causing Stacy to look up from her toenails that she was currently stripping with acetone.