It's been five days since the scandal broke.
Five days of headlines, think pieces, social media posts dissecting every detail of my life. Five days of Bael promising he'd "take care of it" while the situation only got worse.
Paparazzi camp outside the estate gates now. I can see them from the upstairs windows if I look carefully, vans with camera equipment, people with telephoto lenses, all waiting for a glimpse of the homewrecker omega who destroyed his own sister's engagement.
They won't get their photo though. The gates are too far from the main building, and I've learned to stay away from doors and windows. Mrs. Wen warned me on day two, so I keep to the interior rooms, the hallways, anywhere with enough distance that their cameras can't reach.
