She got into her car, the enclosed space finally offering a sense of relief. She pinched the bridge of her nose and started the engine.


    She had never been a materialistic person. The rhinestone bracelet he had bought her with his first-ever paycheck, the simple steamed eggs he had cooked for her she had cherished those things. But everything was different now.


    His actions weren''ting from a ce of genuine remorse or a desire to make amends. They were just a sweet treat offered after a p in the face.


    Her eyes, red-rimmed, stared at the road ahead as a wave of bitterness washed over her. She bit her lip, forcing herself not to dwell on the past.


    When she arrived at the office and swiped her key card, she immediately sensed that something was off.


    People were staring at her, whispering in small groups as she walked by.


    "Is that her?"


    "Yeah, that''s her from the video. Looks exactly the same."


    "Oh my god, she''s so brave. If that were me, I''d want to die."


    "I can''t believe she has the nerve to show her face here. Her mentality is on another level."


    She caught snippets of their conversations, but the words were disjointed and unclear.


    When the elevator doors opened, the people inside froze, then scattered as if she were carrying a gue.


    Hannah calmly stepped inside. The others who had been waiting with her stayed put. Seeing their reaction, she didn''t ask any questions and just let the doors close.


    The moment she reached her office, Anna rushed over. "Hannah! Have you seen the trending topics?"


    "No, what''s wrong?" she asked, shaking her head as she pulled out her phone.


    "It''s bad! Remember when you were kidnapped? A video was just leaked."


    Anna stood in front of her as Hannah opened the trending page.


    The video showed a woman who? looked exactly like her being gang-raped by several kidnappers. At first, she resisted, but then she seerted to give in, even bing a Willing participant.


    The most damning part was that all the men''s faces were blurred out, but hers was in perfect, clear focus.


    Hannah had the video ying out loud, and the sounds filled the otherwise quiet office. Everyone turned to stare at her.


    As she watched, a slow smile spread across her face.


    "You''re... you''re smiling at a time like this? Have you gone crazy?" Anna asked, horrified, thinking the shock had made her snap.


    "Why wouldn''t smile? The person in that video isn''t me. Someone


    deepfaked my face onto a porn clip and made it go viral. They''ve basically


    just handed me a one t


    way


    ticket to sung them into oblivion. T should be celebrating, not having a breakdown."


    A flicker of amusement crossed Hannah''s eyes as she closed the app. She didn''t know who was behind it, but trying to ruin her with such low-quality deepfake was just pathetic. They were practically


    begging to be caught.


    It was either Sandra or Cora. But she doubted Cora had the resources for


    something like this.


    "Hannah, Mr. Lancaster wants to see you," Yves'' assistant said.


    Hannah put her things down and followed the assistant upstairs.


    In the CEO''s office, Yves looked up as the door opened, his brow furrowed.


    "Have you seen the video?" he asked, his voice low andced with anger. "Do you know who did this?"