Chapter 29 Where Do We Go From Here?

*Ophelia*

I wake up to my phone going off repeatedly. Each ding that plays doesn’t have time to fade out before several other notifications go off.

What the hell is going on? Who needs to get ahold of me this badly?

I rub the sleep from my eyes and grab the phone, unlocking it to see my social media accounts blowing up.

As my vision begins to clear, I see awful comments coming up about me. From several accounts, I see hate, lies, and full-fledged threats emerging.

I quickly scan the lines of text before me.

“She looks like a cheap hooker.”

“Her voice reminds me of a screeching monster.”

“Flat-chested bitch.”

“No talent, don’t understand what people see in her.”

“The ugliest person I’ve ever seen.”

“She’s definitely after the Slater’s money. Someone please tell Asher to kick her ass!”

“Someone should shut her up.”

“I’ve been thinking about how I’d kill you.”

“Someone call SVU because we’re about to have a crime on our hands.”

“Camila deserved better than you, whore.”

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