Chapter 50

I slowly walked out of the hospital, aimlessly wandering down the street. I had no idea where I was going. The sun was shining brightly, yet I felt cold—a cold that seemed to seep from the very core of my being. I pulled out my phone and opened Twitter on a secondary account, scrolling through the events of the day. I knew exactly what the comments would be like, yet I couldn’t help myself. I clicked, almost as if I were punishing myself. I scrolled slowly, absorbing every insult. I checked the comments on various major video platforms and news articles, piecing together the entire story. Finally, I opened the controversial OTP hashtags, scrolling from top to bottom. After Alexander’s affair had been exposed, the hashtags had quieted for a while, but some people still insisted on posting. Even I had to admit, the images, videos, and fan art of Alexander and Isabella looked like a perfect match—a beautiful, destined couple. One was a rich heir, the other a stunning cel