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asps swept through the theater. The elegant facade of t

rned into shouts. "Is that really her?" "The kidnapping survivor?" "She's saying it's a lie?" The crowd

ing narratives, stammered, "Ma'am, please

u think this is appropriate? Exploiting my trauma, twisting

y close. Security guards in crisp black suits moved, trying to intercept me, but the surging mass of reporters and cur

at are you acc

claims of a

m your privat

safe with me, Hannah. I will always protect you. He had said that when I was still raw and broken, a fragile bird in his care. He was the o

or what he truly was. A polished facade, a betrayer. He stood froz

t it echoed in the sudden silence. "What did

no sound came out. His hands, which had once h

tell her I was manipulative? Did you tell her I orchestrated it all?" My voi

. Eaton, I understand you're upset. But we're simply presenting a new perspective. Dr. Nichols' i

hen, I turned to Blaire, my voice echoing through the stunned silence of the room. "And you wa

smirk vanished, replaced by open-mouthed shock. Her eyes dar

He looked away, his jaw tight, his be

e traumatized survivor, the renowned psychiatrist, and the ruthless podcaster-caught in a tableau of public humiliation