Second Chances, No Mercy

find out you're just damaged goods? Bet I've seen you at

eah? Maybe I requested you for my girls' nig

ughter. Someone chimed in, "Where's your cla

, "Class? Who needs it when

in, "She's got

a laugh. "Well, it's big enoug

mble to clear my name. Instead, they got a front-row seat to a verbal

entertainment. The more they prodded, the sharper my responses became. People stayed not to discuss Greg or the c

wanted to light a fire under my story, I'd turn it into a blazing bonfire. By

ponsorship offers, and even proposals to become a full-time influ

anyone. And you over there-what's with the nonst

t up. My name trended, not for my case, but for my quick

m Greg. Though plenty of people still insulted me, no one seemed to care about G

hat, requesting to join the live. She alternated be

w him in jail! You just want to steal our money and inheritance

e the police report and medical evidence in my hands-solid proof. No matter how much you scream and shout, he is still a rapist! Second, your money? Already refunded. Check your

d, so I made sure

evidence and silence everyone with the verdict. But since Melissa was so eager t

d Greg to knock me up before the wedding so you could haggle

as she recycled the same accusations. "You're l

lly pulled out screenshots

in the shower, I saved those incriminating texts. If they wanted to go public, the

truth became obvious, the tide shifted. Suppor

ritics. But as the insults and condemnation piled on, she ab

I began preparing for Greg's case

wn attorney, but the moment we met

e heard a lot about you. You've certainly

being sincere, but his smug smile and

, trying to steer the conversation. "You sh

, he interrupted with

y" I asked, nar

ennedy, are you looking for me to negotiate compensation with the

lt my patience fraying. Still, I decide

from a trip to the restroom

like this, but hey, she probably has money. Handling her case might be distasteful, but who turns down a p

, the smirk on his face made

's a perfect chance to boost my profile," he added

until I grabbed the glass of water fr

face turning crimson as h

to explain. Without a word, I

rom a female attorney, Ms. O'Brien, w

missed me, saying, 'How could your boyfriend force you? You're in a relationship. That's not possible.' Those words haunted me. I started doubting myself, questioning if I was

rried, engaged, or dating, a woman's autonomy and choices must be respected. Any act that violates her consent is a crime, plain and simple. That's why I switched to stu

ne who truly understood my pain gave me