"I heard someone plans to post this online. Bianca's a mother now. I don't want our kids growing up and discovering what kind of woman their mom used to be. So, Katie, you need to make a public apology. Say you were a prostitute, admit you lied about Bianca. You raise chickens in the mountains, so this won't destroy you. But it will destroy her. Please… I'm begging you."
I had reached the limit of what I could bear.
So, I retorted, "Not only will I never apologize, I'll make sure you and your whore get what you deserve!"
Furious, I slammed the phone down and ended the call.
I didn't expect Jasper to sneak into my social media account and post an 'apology' in my voice. He wrote that I was confessing to once being a prostitute.
Overnight, I became internet-famous, but not in a good way. I turned into a punching bag, the kind of target people point at and ridicule.
My personal information was exposed and spread all over the internet.
Every morning, I woke up to a flood of insults. Messages flooded in like trash—some from men who wanted to sleep with me, acting like I was just some cheap hooker.