Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 157

The first thing that caught her eye was a post from the Meridia Conservatory of Music.

At the top of the image, the word "Statement" was splashed in bold, commanding attention.

Beneath it, crisp black print was impossible to miss.

"After review, we confirm that Willa has never attended any courses at our institution. This is an official notice."

Above the image, they'd even tagged her.

It felt as if someone had ripped open her carefully maintained facade, exposing her to a wave of humiliation.

The truth was, Willa had never studied at the prestigious Meridia Conservatory of Music. The whole story had just been a convenient excuse for the Powers family. In reality, she'd spent that time in Meridia with a boyfriend.

Back then, Willa had been so confident—who would bother to check if she'd really gone to Meridia? Who would have the time, the resources, or even the inclination?

But now…

She never imagined that the messy past she'd tried so hard to forget would be dug up and paraded in front of everyone, leaving her nowhere to hide.

Swallowing her panic, she opened Instagram.

Instantly, she was greeted by a barrage of insults.

It didn't take long for Willa to piece together the source of the outrage: people had uncovered all the evidence of how she'd hired trolls to smear Seren. For every accusation, there was proof—and now, instead of Seren, Willa was the one under attack.

She had become like a rat in the street—hated, reviled, with everyone eager to take a shot.

Willa bit her lip, fingernails digging so hard into her palm they left angry welts. Her face had gone chalk white.

She'd lost to Seren again—and Seren hadn't even needed to lift a finger.

Before Willa could collect herself, her phone buzzed with a text.

It was from The Talent Gauntlet.

"Miss Sullivan, we regret to inform you that, due to the negative attention online, you've been removed from the show."

One blow after another, each more devastating than the last.

Her mind went blank, knees buckling beneath her.

It took several deep breaths before she forced herself to calm down.

Her career was in ruins for now, but as long as she could hold on to Sheridan, as long as she could marry into the Powers family, there would still be hope.

Just then—

Her phone rang, its shrill tone slicing through the silence.

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