Chapter 4

 Anna's fake suicide blew up online. Overnight, hashtags painted two characters: me—the :witchy ex-wife" who'd driven her to despair—and Anna, the tragic "love victim."   The lie worked. Andrew's family fueled the fire. Hate comments flooded my social media like sewage.   Days passed. No sign of Andrew.   Until new photos dropped: Him and Anna, all smiles. The storm passed. My world went quiet.   That was when I find him, Brandt. The true recipient of Edward's heart. He's a college junior, working three jobs. In my hometown. Mine and Edward’s school.   I didn't disturb him.   Just... watched. At the campus café where he scrubbed tables until his knuckles whitened. In the hushed library aisles where the wight of textbooks seemed to bow his shoulders deeper.   l thought that would be all. Until I saw thugs corner him in an alley.   Their kicks thudded against his ribs. He curled tighter around his worn backpack, shielding it with his body.   "Mind your own business, lady," their