hed for it, rubbing my eyes and looking through my curtains. My hand shook slightly

of them- messages, calls, and to my greatest horror, the ne

rl Who Tried to Use Ja

ims that I had merely been a gold digger, exploiting Jack's riches and position to ascend the social ladder The article depicted me as a pers

with billionaire Jack Ashford. However, sources indicate that the relationship was nev

dropped away beneath me. It felt as if everything h

d it, eager to grasp what was going on, only to discover yet an

e: Naive, Lost, and De

on, every painful comment, felt like a

s merely acting as the devoted fiancée." The reality? She was utilizing Jack as a means to achie

. Everything was false. Everything. I never wanted Jack's money. I loved and adored him-but now, all that had been real between

be? How did everything end up like this mess? I felt a suffocating weight of sh

. I initially remained silent, but then the door slowly opened and Beatrice entered the

ce full of worry. "I... I d

words. The anger, the confusion, the hurt-all

the phone in my hand. "You've seen it, haven't

" I whispered, my voice raw. "They're saying I used him, that

d you Jack wasn't who you thought he was. But this... this is something else entirely. They're twi

m. I still love him. I thought... I thought we were building something real together. But now...

e you. But you're going to have to face the truth of it all. The tabloids, the blogs-they're not going to stop. The

e depths of despair. The world saw me as a villain, a gold-digger. I w

pered, my voice small. "I didn't want

I know. But you can't keep letting these people define who you are. You're stronger th

can I fight back against something lik

is your fault. The truth remains that Jack played you and nothing that happened was your doing. The a

everything from me. My name. My dignity. And now, even Ja

dignity, Stella. He took your trust. And that's the hardest thing to get back. But you

ild storm. It wasn't enough to erase the pain, but maybe-just maybe-it could be the beginni

picking up my phone and setting it aside. " You will just ke

slightest idea of how I was going to pick up my

'm here for you darling," she said. You are not alone

her words sink into my soul. I wasn't sure how to fix everythi

here was a sliver of hope-a way forward, even

nd a way to heal. To