My Boyfriend’s Betrayal Left Me Broken and Exposed

After I demanded an apology from Arthur’s foster sister for jabbing a needle into my arm for half an hour, pretending it was an injection, my private photos were leaked online the next day, selling for just six dollars each.

Clutching my bruised and swollen hand, I went to find Arthur, only to stumble upon his voice outside a hotel’s hourly room, mingling with laughter.

"Hey, anyone wants a pair of Beatrice’s bunnies?"

"I do, I do! Arthur, you’re too generous, letting the brothers feast their eyes like this!"