She reopened her phone and stared at the unknown sender's last message.
"Get out while you still can."
She looked around the apartment. At the designer furniture she'd picked out with Zeyan's credit card. At the closet full of clothes he'd bought her. At the life she'd built on the foundation of someone else's destruction.
"No! I can't be defeated! It can't be like this!
Lin Yueling sat on her bedroom floor, knees pulled to her chest, staring at her phone screen as her scandal replayed endlessly across the country in a thousand different variations.
Each refresh brought new horrors. New death threats. New creative descriptions of exactly what the internet thought should happen to her and her unborn child.
Her breath came shallow, panicked, each inhale catching somewhere in her throat like she'd forgotten how breathing worked.
