Fabby sat on the sofa in her apartment, her face pale. The phone that kept vibrating felt like it was mocking her. Every time she opened a notification, it was nothing but insults.

“My God… why is everyone turning against me?” she hissed, hitting the sofa cushion.

She scrolled through the incoming comments.

“Fabby was just seeking attention all along.”

“Poor Elena, still patient even though she’s struck by gossip.”

“Fabby, stop pretending to be the victim.”

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