One comment after another branded me a monster.
Adam chuckled darkly and ended the stream. The performance was over.
I gripped the bedsheets, knuckles white, glaring at him. "You are truly despicable."
Lola stepped out from behind Adam. A smug smile curled her lips as she dangled a USB drive between her fingers—the evidence I thought I had saved. She had deliberately uploaded the manipulated video.
Adrenaline surged, momentarily overriding my injuries. Dragging my cast-encased leg, I shoved myself off the bed. I lunged, grabbed a fistful of Lola's hair, and struck her across the face.
"Why are you framing me!"
Lola wailed, burying herself in Adam's chest to play the victim once more. Seeing this, Tiffany rushed forward and shoved me.
"Leave her alone!"
I stumbled back, clutching the nightstand to keep from falling. But before I could steady myself, a stronger force slammed into me.
Adam pushed me. Hard.
I hit the floor with a bone-jarring crash.
The plaster cast didn't just break—it crumbled, scattering white dust across the floor. Beneath it, my unhealed wounds tore open, fresh blood seeping through my clothes.
The people before me looked right through the gore.