He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 661

In the wake of the scandal, a new, far more dangerous narrative began trending across Riverton: that Janetta was the original 'other woman'.

Anonymous accounts were meticulously digging up the twisted love triangle between Sebastian, the original Helena, and Janetta from six years ago.

The posters seemed to possess an impossibly detailed insider knowledge of the events.

Every timeline, every rumor, and every damning detail was laid out flawlessly.

It served as a masterclass in refreshing the public's memory.

The logic was airtight, leaving absolutely no room for debate.

Just as Helena had warned, the internet never truly forgot.

The truth had merely been deliberately buried by immense wealth and power.

For years, Sebastian had aggressively shut down any media mention of his late wife.

Under his iron-fisted censorship, her memory had slowly faded from public consciousness.

Now, seeing her past sins violently dragged back into the light filled Janetta with a bone-chilling terror.

Staring at the screen, it felt as though she could feel the original Helena's ghost reading over her shoulder.

She could almost hear her mocking laughter echoing through the cold, digital text.

Combined with the catastrophic state of her current reputation...

She was terrified that she was being orchestrated into becoming the new victim—just like the woman she had destroyed.

Slowly, the crushing realization of her own powerlessness set in.

No matter how many comment manipulators she hired, an army of genuine users immediately overwhelmed them.

And troll farms required exorbitant amounts of cash.

While she lived a life of extreme luxury, her reckless spending habits had left her accounts practically empty.

She couldn't ask Sebastian for funds, terrified he would audit her finances and discover the countless dirty deeds she had paid to cover up over the years.

She had entirely lost control of the narrative.

Public opinion was completely weaponized against her.

She was trapped in a nightmare of her own making.

She finally understood the truest form of torture: it wasn't a quick death, but rather forcing someone to live in perpetual, suffocating terror.

She seethed with hatred, but her hands were completely tied.

She couldn't even identify the invisible hand pulling the strings.

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