[Anonymous message: Ah, her true colors are starting to show. Tsk, tsk, tsk... How cdid I not see it before...]
Reese's face drained of color as she read the scathing messages.
With trembling hands, she clicked on the Facebook trending topics and found her nright at the top.
Reese Roberts is a homewrecker
Her teeth clenched, and a cold chill ran down her spine.
She navigated to the trending topic and discovered a video at the very top of the list.
To be exact, it is about her nude photos, edited videos, and photos from different angles, and even at the end of
the photos there are room opening records and sphotos of her in bars, and the title even mentions her
name, her chaotic life, hanging out with married men, being a homewrecker, and many more.
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In the photo, the hotel room had its opening date on Valentine's Day, and the person who had checked in was a
man. There was also a photo suggesting that she was at the hotel's front desk with this man.
Snetizens even claimed that the man in question was married and had a son. However, in the photo, his
face was blurred out.
Reese felt a chill run down her spine. She had never been involved in such activities before. Why would such a
thing suddenly happen?
On Valentine's Day, she had been with Lukas, but now Lukas was in Las Pinas, completely unreachable. Even if
she could contact Lukas, would anyone believe him, considering their legal relationship? People might assume
that Lukas was lying to protect her reputation due to their relationship.
Reese's mind went blank as she scrutinized each photo in the video, her eyes narrowing sharply when she
paused on a particular picture.
The people in these photos were not her at all, but to those unfamiliar with her, it would be hard to discern the
truth, especially with the dim lighting in the images.
The most concerning part was the uncanny resemblance between the person in the video and herself; it was
nearly impossible to distinguish between the real and the edited.
Moreover, apart from a few inappropriate pictures taken on Valentine's Day, there were also a few photos of her
at a bar, a separate incident when she was unknowingly photographed.
But could these incidents be used to prove that her life was chaotic?
Reese felt immense panic. The video blended real and fake photos so convincingly that even those close to her
couldn't tell them apart. She couldn't see any way to prove her innocence to the world, nor could she explain
herself to countless online strangers.
Huddled in a bathroom stall, Reese didn't dare to leave. She now realized that the looks from her colleagues in
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No one believed her, and she felt utterly lost, not knowing how to handle this malicious cyberattack. At just
twenty years old, she was unsure of how to navigate such a distressing situation, a marked contrast from her
previous conflicts, such as the one with Rose on the TV show.
Unlike previous incidents that mainly involved verbal criticism and discussions, this tit was an organized
effort to bring her down, and it was relentless.
Reese's mind was in turmoil, and she was lost in thought. Just then, her cell phone rang.
Glancing down, she saw an unfamiliar number. For a moment, she thought it might be Lukas, whom she hadn't
been able to reach for so long. With trembling hands, she answered the call.
However, to her horror, she heard obscene and disgusting words coming from the other end of the line.
"Is this Reese? How much for a night with you? Let's meet tonight!"
Reese's face went pale, and she quickly hung up the call. She clutched her phone, trembling uncontrollably.