Chapter 6: The Family’s Damage Control
The next morning, my phone was flooded with messages.
Jackson’s mother. His father. His sister. Even some cousins.
They all said the same things:
It was just a misunderstanding.
Jackson was under a lot of stress.
You’re overreacting.
Think about the family’s reputation.
I didn’t reply to any of them.
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Instead, I packed a bag and moved into my apartment — the one they had all wanted so badly.
For the first time in three years, I slept without fear.
