Noel's lifestyle influencer account was swarmed by furious netizens. The scandal I'd once personally exposed—him seducing his own brother's wife—the one Greta had buried, resurfaced and spread like wildfire.
The platform was flooded with condemnation. If Greta hadn't intervened, his account would have been terminated and he'd be facing breach-of-contract penalties.
Seven days passed before I saw her again.
The moment she laid eyes on me, disappointment carved itself into her features.
"Bob, does destroying us like this really make you happy?"
I blinked, then understood.
She was pinning the leaked gossip on me.
Well, of course I could. After all, I used to work in media—stirring up public opinion was my specialty.
Too bad the first time I went crazy and exposed her affair with Noel, she threatened the company into firing me, citing privacy violations and defamation.
These days, finding someone willing to help wasn't easy.
I shot her a sideways glance, long past feeling any grievance over being misunderstood.
I continued wrapping the memorial gift for John's anniversary.