ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY TWO

JOCELIA'S POV

I sat on the edge of my bed, phone in hand, staring at the screen with mounting rage. The headlines about me were plastered across every social media platform, every news site, and even the local tabloids. **Sylvia's little section** where she covered her company’s move had completely destroyed me. The way she twisted the narrative, turning me into the villain, had shifted everyone’s perspective against me.

I scrolled through the comments under the articles and videos. *“The crazy ex-girlfriend strikes again!”* *“Can’t believe she’s still clinging to Grayson. Pathetic.”* The comments were ripping me apart, dragging not just my name through the mud but extending their insults to my family. My family's once-reputable name was now synonymous with failure, all because of Sylvia’s manipulative tactics.

“That bitch,” I muttered under my breath, feeling the familiar burn of humiliation rise up my chest. How could one little thing she said change the whole narrative? How could e