His Sweet Betrayal, Her Cold Vengeance
I thought my boyfriend, Dillon, was my knight in shining armor, the one person who saw me in a family that treated me like an intruder. I was wrong.
He and his best friend, Ethan, drugged me, took explicit photos, and leaked them to the entire university to shatter my reputation and force me out of their lives.
My own mother, more concerned with her social standing, called me a slut and abandoned me. Then, Ethan sent his thugs to corner me in an alley. They humiliated me, assaulted me, and in the struggle, I was stabbed and left for dead.
Lying in a hospital bed, I overheard the truth. Dillon's feigned apology was a lie; he was leaving me for his "true love," Erika. Ethan's only regret was that I hadn't died. "You're alone," he sneered. "No one will protect you anymore."
He was right. I was alone. But when I returned to the house to pack my things, I discovered the last precious thing I owned-my grandmother's jade bangle-had been stolen.
That was the moment something inside me finally broke. Or maybe, it was the moment I was finally pieced back together. They wanted me gone? Fine. But I wouldn't just disappear. I would make them pay for every single tear.
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Chapter 4
Jenna Hayes POV:
Doris's words sliced through me, each one a fresh cut. "Disgraceful! Promiscuous! You've ruined everything!" There was no concern in her voice, only disgust.
My gaze fell back to the photos on the floor. I recognized the sheets, the faint pattern of the wallpaper. It was Dillon' s dorm room. He had taken them. While I was unconscious.
The realization hit me with the force of a physical blow. A searing pain erupted in my chest, like an ice pick plunging deep into my heart. My vision blurred.
These photos, taken just last night, had already made their rounds. Someone had been eager to spread them, to humiliate me.
Dillon. Just days ago, he had held me close, whispering promises. He swore he loved me, swore we would get married after graduation. He had coaxed me, charmed me, plied me with alcohol until my resistance crumbled. He had played the part of the doting boyfriend, making me laugh, making me feel safe. He made me believe he genuinely cared.
He had dragged my semi-conscious body back to his bed, over and over, lost in his own twisted desire. And I, in my pathetic hopefulness, had believed he would love me forever.
"Who took these, Jenna?" Doris demanded, her voice cutting through the fog of my shock. She grabbed my arm, her grip tight. "Tell me! Who is it?"
Her eyes weren't searching for my pain. They were searching for answers, for damage control. Her reputation. Mr. Reynolds's reputation. That was all that mattered. Not me. Never me.