Beyond the River's Edge

g water closing over my head, Brittany' s t

t in the dark river, but in my bed, s

ing, getting fired, the whispers, the utter

the living room shattere

s wasn' t a nightmare.

ning into a viper. She started using my online ident

ed, "Chloe, don' t be such a prude. T

wisting the story, painting me as a jeal

k email. I was publicly humiliated, labeled an ex

t its image." My career, everyt

esk, my life. She stood on the ashes of

c scandal that nearly cost m

me under, she had wo

l my innocence with her. What was left

the clicks of her camera, I knew