The netizens rallied hard behind me online, flooding feeds with support for me, and hate for Viktor and Felix, but they had no clue about the male leads' twisted attraction—or straight lust—snaking toward me now. I didn't like them one bit, not their creepy claims or power plays.
The only reason the world knew Felix was my contracted fiancé was that crafty bastard posting the contract copy online himself—his family's sly power move to lock me public.
Thankfully, he hadn't contacted me yet, keeping distance for now. I sat in Dr. Ana's office in a simple white shirt tucked into slim jeans, my hair grown out shoulder-length and styled neat in a chignon bun.
In front of me stood Dr. Ana, her cyan ponytail sharp, face blank but eyes serious boring into mine like she held heavy news.
