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I was fully prepared for the uproar that the divorce would create. I prepared myself for the shitstorm that was headed my way, and I thought I would have it all figured ou
But all of that changed the moment the news got out.
Suddenly, I was being hounded by paparazzi everywhere I went. I thought it was stressful before, but that was when I was always being followed by the Reynard security personnel. With that layer of security gone, I was left standing naked against the storm, as a hurricane blew through and ripped me apart. And I had to somehow find a way to survive the sea of questions they hurled at me.
“WHAT WAS THE REASON FOR YOUR DIVORCE WITH MARCUS?”
“ARE YOU PLANNING TO SUE REYNARD TECH AS WELL?”
“DID MARCUS CHEAT ON YOU?”
“HAVE YOU SEEN MARCUS RECENTLY?”
I wished I could just stand there and answer all their questions. I wished I could stand there and give them all the details they needed, and tell them about how heartbroken was when I found out he was cheating on me. I wanted to tell them what an awful person he was, and how I could never trust him or any man ever again. But Clara advised me against it, saying it would be too risky.
“The paparazzi are not your friends, Olivia,” she said when I suggested the idea to her. “You don’t want your business out there for everyone to see.”
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“But it’s the truth,” I said. “I will only tell them exactly what happened and leave it at that.”
“Trust me, that’s the last thing you want,” she said. “The court of public opinion is a brutal one, and they will tear you to shreds. The more you give them, the more they will demand. And once this happens, you’ve blown this case wide open. You’ll be arming Marcus with the very tools he needs to win this case.”
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We were sitting in my apartment, or rather I was sitting while she stood awkwardly by the window and pretended not to be disgusted. I hadn’t missed the way she stared in disgust at the peeling walls, the chipped tiles, or how she rolled her eyes when the bed creaked as I sat down. Thankfully I’d managed to get the weird, funky smell out by airing the entire apartment this morning. It was after I did that around noon when I decided to get some groceries, and lended up getting attacked by the media.
“So, what should I do?” I asked.
“Lay low for now,” she said. “Only leave the apartment when you have to. Consider having deliveries
