Chapter 4

The next morning, I was woken up by a barrage of nonstop calls.

My parents, my old college friends, and dozens of unknown numbers.

I ignored every single one of them.

I got out of bed, did my skincare routine, put on a light layer of makeup, and opened Instagram.

As expected, my post had exploded.

The hashtag `#ChloeScammedByEx` was trending at number one nationwide.

The comment section was a warzone of furious fans and outraged locals.

[Oh my god, Chloe! I am so sorry you went through this! Please tell me you dumped him!]

[What a absolute leech! Leeching off her and cheating? He needs to be cancelled immediately.]

[And that friend? With friends like her, who needs enemies? Absolute snake!]

Of course, there were skeptics.

[Where’s the proof? Anyone can write a sob story for clout.]

[Looks like someone’s just hungry for views.]

I was waiting for those doubters.

I refreshed the page, and another trending topic caught my eye:

`#BillionaireHeirSecretLifeExposed`

Clicking on it, major media outlets had already picked up the story. The photos of Ethan carrying a semi-conscious Serena into the ER were heavily blurred, but anyone who knew them could recognize them instantly.

The smile on my face widened. I immediately quote-tweeted one of the major outlets, adding:

[Thank you for the concern, everyone. I believe this is the proof you were asking for. @Serena_Davis @Ethan_Carter]

That single tweet was like throwing a match into a pool of gasoline.

My followers went absolutely wild.

[NO WAY! Is that Ethan? The 'poor orphan' boyfriend? He’s the heir to Carter Enterprises?!]

[And that’s Serena! I knew that trust-fund girl looked familiar! Chloe, tell me this is a nightmare!]

[So he didn't just cheat, they literally scammed her together? This is insane...]

My comment section was flooded, and my DM inbox crashed from the volume.

At the same time, internet sleuths tracked down Ethan and Serena’s personal social media accounts. Within minutes, their pages were flooded with thousands of angry, mocking comments.

I set my phone down, completely satisfied. Just then, the doorbell rang.

I looked through the peephole. It was Ethan.

He was wearing a baseball cap and a black mask, trying to hide his face, but his eyes were bloodshot and burning with pure fury.

Loki arched his back near my feet, letting out a low, warning hiss.