The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 22 Not Dead Yet

Lily’s hotel name, her phone number… even her ID number had all been leaked online by the ever-“resourceful” netizens.

All because John was that famous.

And the rumor of her being a mistress? It dominated the trending searches.

The internet was flooded with slander, abuse, and mockery. Strangers from every corner of the web cursed her, told her to go die, even damned her entire family.

Too bad for them–those curses were wasted.

Her family… had already perished sixteen years ago. And she had no plans to die.

She was going to live. Live long, just like her parents had told her to.

Lily could guess with near certainty: the photo of her leaving the marital home had been leaked by Elsa’s people, stirring public opinion and weaponizing the internet mob.

She was still contemplating how to counterattack when her phone rang.

It was the director of God of War.

“Mr. Applebee, good morning. I—”

Just a little incident, she meant to say. I’ll be there soon to sign the contract.

But before she could finish, Mr. Applebee’s voice, cold and full of contempt, cut her off. “Lily, don’t bother coming.Our studio doesn’t work with voice actors who have moral stains. We’ll never collaborate with you again.”

Lily froze. He’d seen the headlines too.

She’d auditioned five separate times to get the role of Athena.

And now, because of baseless slander, it was gone.

“Mr. Applebee, please, there’s been a misunderstanding. I’m not a homewrecker-”

Click.

The call ended.

She redialed.

Busy signal.

He had blocked her.

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of her phone, Lily felt her eyes

took work, talent, perseverance. She’d clawed her

had crushed it with the flick of a

cry–but she forced herself

whispered, “Come on, Lily. Keep

more they want you to fall. The more they want you

Keep going.

of filth. All that trash thrown

stood frozen in place for a long time, then finally returned to

and over–shampoo, body wash, scalding water—until she could no longer smell

was dry, she didn’t rush to post her proof or clear her

online were getting louder. The

counting on one thing: that John’s bias for her would prevent him

what Elsa hadn’t

solid evidence she

to

reached its boiling point, and

what it meant

bed and soon drifted into a dreamless

Or so she thought.

her mind dragged her back–to those dark memories

days when she was

her parents died, she

child. Within days

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adopting her.

had just

was the Boltons–Blanc and Nancy–the wealthiest family

had three sons and had always

her. She held her in her arms and called her “my