Husband to the Rescue

Sheila’s POV

I sat by the pool, feeling so upset and unhappy. I had read more mean comments that I couldn't bear to read anymore, and had to come outside to clear my head.

How could people be so mean? They didn't know me, yet they were all quick to judge and label me as the devil's spawn. Was it so easy for people to be deceived?

I had contemplated making a video to defend myself, but Phoebe's exceptional acting skills of attempting suicide, coupled with Fiona's outburst, were enough to convince everyone that I was guilty.

“Mistress! Mistress!” Anna called out, running toward me.

“Not now, Anna, please, I don't want to talk about this. I just want to be left alone,” I quickly said.

“But Mistress, you need to see this! Check your phone! The media—”

“Is cursing me out and probably calling me a witch for making Phoebe attempt to end her life? The media is calling me a boyfriend snatcher whereas I was the one that was used and betrayed! I don't want to hear or see any of these anymore; I'