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

hard. So hard. It took work, talent,

else had crushed it with the

wanted to cry–but she forced

“Come on, Lily.

The more they want you filthy and broken. The higher

Keep going.

clothes still reeked of filth. All that

in place for a long time, then finally returned

scrubbed herself over and over–shampoo, body wash, scalding water—until she

rush

insults online were getting louder. The

her would

Elsa hadn’t

Lily had solid evidence

to destroy

its boiling point, and then she’d crush her with

taste what it meant to be despised by the

Lily lay on the bed and soon drifted into a dreamless

Or so she thought.

today, but her mind dragged her back–to those dark memories she

days when

parents died, she was

a child. Within days of

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adopting her.

who had just lost their six–year–old daughter and were

the Boltons–Blanc and Nancy–the wealthiest family in the

sons and had

in her