The statement laid everything bare—Bonnie read through the long list of things she’d endured, feeling her hands tighten around her phone. Threatening texts, prank food deliveries that flooded her door, packages filled with creepy curses, slander from wild fans, even people trying to hurt her in real life. They had also exposed her family’s private information and weaponized that video of Hannah kneeling, all to sway public opinion. Worse, they’d bought spots on trending searches just to fuel more hate. Everything pointed back to Hannah and her friend Nana, who had planned it all. The statement said the police were officially on the case now.
The Lane Group’s CEO didn’t try to sugarcoat it. His apology dripped with guilt. He admitted full responsibility, promised to cooperate with the police, and said he was ready to face the consequences—legal or otherwise. There was a part set aside just to apologize to Bonnie and her family and friends, admitting the damage and pledging to hold everyone involved in the cyberbullying accountable.
Bonnie stared at the screen in shock. For a moment, it was as if all the noise from the traffic outside faded into the background. Time stretched out, every second getting heavier and harder to track.
She hadn’t expected the Lane family to ignore everything. Honestly, they’d always seemed the type to handle PR with as little mess as possible. But to call out Hannah’s actions so openly, to blow up her secrets and put everything in the spotlight for everyone to see…it felt like watching someone set fire to years of reputation and dignity in one go.
Hannah’s career. Her self-respect. It was all finished.
Bonnie had already figured out the truth behind that kneeling video—a stunt meant to provoke sympathy, to make fans and strangers think she was the victim, not the villain. Bonnie’s old confusion was long gone. Still, reading it laid out so plainly, and seeing the public apology, the admissions of guilt, and the truth that Hannah, not Bonnie, had been the “other woman” three years ago…it all felt surreal.
Hannah had built such a perfect image online. People adored her. Now, that love would snap right back at her. Bonnie couldn’t help but wonder if Hannah, who had always known the dangerous power of internet gossip, really hadn’t seen this coming. Knowing Hannah’s pride, Bonnie doubted she’d ever agree to something like this—not willingly.
It all felt fake, like a dream you couldn’t quite wake up from.
Her rideshare pulled up. Bonnie slid into the backseat and immediately reopened Helen’s messages. The latest link was to Hannah’s personal account. Her fingers hovered over the screen for a moment. She had waited so long for a moment like this that she half-suspected she was just burnt out from studying too much, conjuring things that weren’t real.
She pressed her fingers to her brow, then tapped the link.



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