led with the "proof" of the desecrated grave, had ignited a firestorm

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h" and the "unfortunate incident at the cemetery," which he attributed to a "desperate cry for help." He claimed he was "heartbroken" by my actions and vowed to ensure I received "the care a

video. It painted me as a sad, deranged woman, a danger to myself

a job just yesterday. "Ms. Hunt," her voice was clipped, devoid of the war

ed against my r

ory, we simply cannot risk the negative publicity. Our board has made it cle

f the man you just read about. I'm not unstable. I was committed again

illingly polite. "We wish you the best in you

er companies that had shown interest. Already, the rejections were flooding my inbox. Email after email. "Regrettably," "due

My vision blurred. I had nothing. No hom

ur. I stared at the screen, my

alm, almost soothing. "I saw

. "You just destroyed what little I had left,

"I know. It was unavoidable. Blaire was... very upset. Her public i

hrew me under a bus to protect Blaire's manufactured victimhood? You a

rm now. "She's pregnant, Alexandra. She'

Blaire was pregnant. With Arth