Rose’s name shed on the screen.


    I answered with a sleepy, “Hmm?”


    “Olivia!” Rose’s voice was shrill. “Get up. Now. Check your


    Twitter feed–immediately!”


    Olivia’s POV


    When I opened my feed on Twitter, I didn’t expect to see my


    own face staring back at me-—mid–p.


    Well, more urately, my hand was in motion, Chole was on


    her knees, and the sound of that sharp contact echoed through


    the poorly edited video. Except Ethan waspletely gone


    from the frame. Cropped out like he didn’t even exist. As if the


    entire airport incident had just been me and Chole–no furious


    husband, no security chaos, no aftermath.


    The caption read:“Hawthrone Luna stands up to shameless


    mistress. #LunaRights #JusticeForWife“”


    There were hundreds of retweets, and bizarrely… people were


    supporting me.


    “What… the hell?” I muttered, scrolling through thements.


    “Finally a Luna who defends herself!”


    “Chole deserves it. Homewreckers should stay in the ditch they


    came from.”


    “Olivia Hawthrone is still the rightful Luna.”


    I blinked at the screen. Was I still half–asleep?


    I called Rose immediately.


    “Rose, what is all this?” I asked as soon as she picked up.


    “This is why I woke you up early. Even I wanted to know how


    this video came across social media.” She sounded like she had


    popcorn in hand.


    “When was this uploaded?”


    “I don’t know exactly. It’s been making the rounds since 6 AM.


    My cousin sent it to me with a heart emoji.


    “Who could have done this?”


    Rose hesitated. “Do you think this was Alexander’s doing? Or…


    you didn’t post this, did you?”


    “Me?” I scoffed. “Rose, I don’t have that kind of editing skill. And


    I know for a fact Alexander doesn’t have time to meddle into


    this scenario. He already saw enoughst night.”


    “Wait. What happenedst night?”


    “Ah! Ethan showed up at my floor, drunk. Alpha Alexander was dropping me by my apartment at that time and Ethan started


    ranting same old thing.” I told Rose, a little embarrassed.


    “What? Ethan surely is a leech.” Rose said with a disgust. “Actually, I thought it were you who uploaded it.”


    “No way! I am not interested in such publicity,” I sighed. “But who the hell could have posted it?”


    “No idea. But it’s working in your favor!”


    After that I hung up the call with Rose. She didn’t know who did <ol><li>it. </li></ol>


    Still unsatisfied, I called Ava. She answered after three rings.


    “Olivia, I was just gonna call you,” she asked, hurried. “Are you


    okay?”


    “Yes, but I didn’t post the video,” I said tly. “Neither did Rose.


    And apparently, not Alexander either.”


    “I know. I know you that much.” Ava yawned. “It looked like a


    work of a professional. They made it trending everywhere, and


    the editing was kind of… convenient.”


    “My point exactly.”


    Chapte


    “You think Chole did it?”


    “I don’t know. I considered Amelia at first, trying to clean


    Ethan’s name. But this paints Ethan as absent. If anything, it


    builds my public sympathy as the Luna and istes Chole as the


    viin.”


    Ava paused. “You really think Chole would post a video of


    herself getting pped just to… gain sympathy?”


    “If it ends with her in a hospital bed, maybe. You know how she


    ys the victim. The more pathetic she looks, the more she


    clings to Ethan.”


    “She’s insane if she did,” Ava muttered. “Like, genuinely needs


    help!”


    “No disagreement here.”


    There was a brief silence before I added, “By the way, Ethan


    bought an apartment in my building. Two floors above.”‘


    “What?”


    “Yeah. I found outst night. The property manager said it was


    recent. He’s been hanging around. Got drunk and caused a


    scene.”


    Ava’s voice went sharp. “So now he’s living two floors above


    you and pulling drunken tantrums? Has he lost it?”


    “Looks like it.”


    Ava exhaled slowly, as if trying to keep her own temper in


    check. “Olivia, what does he even want anymore? What are his


    true intentions?”


    Author’s POV


    Ethan was in the backseat of his car when the call came


    through from Windsor House. The voice on the other end was


    frantic–one of the maids, breathless and on the verge of


    sobbing.


    “Alpha Ethan, it’s Chole… she–she tried to kill herself. Her


    wrists–there’s blood everywhere. She has been sent to the


    hospital already. Pleasee immediately!”


    For a moment, Ethan couldn’t move. He sat there in stunned


    silence, the phone trembling against his cheek.


    Chole?


    The words barely registered.


    He ended the call and checked his phone, which had several


    messages from his Beta to check the Twitter feed.


    The video was still everywhere. Olivia pping Chole. The


    caption spinning it as a dramatic, justified defense by a cheated


    wife. Thements vilifying Chole as a mistress, a snake, a


    homewrecker who got what she deserved. And nowhere-


    absolutely nowhere was Ethan mentioned.