Fabby stared at the screen of her phone filled with insults, her face flushed red. Her hands trembled as she scrolled through the increasingly harsh comments.

“I’m tired! Everyone accuses me so easily!” she shouted while throwing the TV remote to the floor.

She stood up, pacing back and forth like a hungry lion. Her hair was messy from constantly pulling at it herself.

“Damn it! Just yesterday they defended me, now they all side with Elena. Netizens are bastards, they change so ...