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    Davina exined, “Someone posted that you cheated during your marriage, and now you’re living off some rich, older guy. It’s all over the inte. People are tearing you apart. I sent you the link.”


    “I’ll look at itter,” Christina said calmly, unfazed.


    They chatted for a minute or two before ending the call.


    Still wrapped in her sheets, Christinay there for a moment before finally sitting up. Her hair was a mess, her eyes barely open, and she looked like someone who hadn’t fully returned to the real world yet. She stretched her arms above her head, yawned quietly, and finally stood up.


    As she walked toward the bathroom, she opened the message from Davina and tapped the link.


    One look at the article was enough. The headline used her of infidelity during her marriage and imed that she became involved with a married man after her divorce. ording to the post, she was being “kept” by an older man who spoiled her with luxury.


    Several photos were attached—one of her stepping out of a sleek ck car and another of her walking into a high-end boutique, dressed casually. Below the article, thements were already piling up.


    “She looks beautiful but has no shame! The man’s wife stood by him for years, and this woman just shows up to enjoy the riches. Disgusting!”


    “She cheated during her marriage, and now she’s a homewrecker? She’s always been like this. Any man who ends up with her is asking for trouble.”


    “Women like her ruin families. A man should marry someone decent, not someone like that.”


    “And where’s the man in all of this? The entire post is just spection. People should stop judging without facts.”


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    “Oh, please. If someone spoke up like this, they must have proof. If she tries to deny it, trust me—someone will present the evidence!”


    As Christina scrolled through thements, she noticed something. The few people who dared to defend her were immediately attacked, mocked, dismissed, and even insulted by those who didn’t care about the truth.


    Somementers shrugged off the entire situation, saying things like, “Men cheat. It’s normal. Boys will be boys.”


    ording to them, men worked hard to provide, so a “moment of unfaithfulness” didn’t really matter. As long as they came back home in the end, everything was supposedly fine. Betterte than never, they said.


    Christina let out a small, humorless smile. The absurdity was almostical. When men messed up, it was dismissed as natural, even forgivable. But when women did the same, the world turned savage. The bacsh was brutal, filled with venom, as if people wanted to tear her apart for daring to be wed. The hypocrisy was blinding.


    She exited the app, set her phone aside, and walked into the bathroom. Calmly, she began brushing her teeth and washing her face.


    Later, in the dining room, Chloe gazed at Christina, opened her mouth several times, but eventually mped it shut.


    After a pause, Chloe finally spoke up, her voice hesitant as she was unsure whether she should bring this up. “Christina…”


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