(Karen’s POV, Present Tense)

The internet is ruthless.

By the time the sun is fully up, my phone won’t stop buzzing. Hundreds of messages, missed calls, and notifications. Everyone has an opinion, everyone has something to say, and none of it is kind.

“She stole her sister’s husband and he ran back to the first wife.”

“How desperate do you have to be to marry leftovers?”

“Poor Karen. She thought she won, but Yasmin always wins.”

Each comment slices into me like glass.

I ...