Ever since the scandal exploded across the internet, Anna's life had never quite returned to normal.
It wasn't spiraling into chaos.
It wasn't getting dramatically worse.
But it definitely wasn't healing either.
Instead, it felt suspended, trapped in a strange, liminal space where she was breathing, moving, and functioning… yet not truly living. Like she was watching her own existence through fogged glass, every day a muted echo of what it used to be.
At first, the damage had come in fragments: the headless photo that circulated like wildfire, the cruel whispers in office corridors, the judgmental stares that followed her everywhere. People assumed the worst without knowing the full story. They filled in the blanks with their own ugly narratives.
And just when she thought the humiliation had reached its peak…
Lucas had posted the full picture.
Clear. Undeniable. Brutally public.
