Chapter 29
Ginny’s POV
I stood by the corridor wall, adjusting the collar of my blouse, when the office door slammed open delicate and soft, the way they all liked it.
le was already fixed,
Rachel stormed out with fire in her eyes and red blotches crawling up her neck. Her fists were clenched at her sides and her breathing came in harsh, shallow pants. I rushed forward, placing a gentle hand on her arm.
“Mom,” I whispered sweetly, “What happened? You look so upset.”
She scoffed, glaring back at the closed door, “That ungrateful brat! She embarrassed me in front of the Dean! The audacity of that girl… I should’ve sent her away a long time ago! She’s so disrespectful now!”
I blinked innocently, “Oh no… Did she say something awful again?”
Rachel growled, “She accused me of abandoning her, called me names, and had the nerve to threaten me! She even dragged your name through the mud, Ginny. She accused you of being the whore, can you believe that?”
I gasped lightly, “She must be hurting deeply to say such things.” I murmured softly, head tilted in the perfect angle of sympathy, “But this has gone on long enough, hasn’t it?”
Rachel paused, narrowing her eyes, “What do you mean?”
I leaned in just a little, “Shouldn’t we call big brother? If Rhea keeps crossing the line like this, only he can set her straight. She listens to no one else.”
Rachel exhaled and nodded, “You’re right. He’s the only one she fears… I’ll call him now.‘
“Good idea.” I replied, giving her a sweet smile and brushing her sleeve like the perfect daughter, “But please, don’t let her upset you too much.”
Rachel nodded again, eyes a bit calmer now, “You’re always so understanding, Ginny. Unlike her.”
“I’ll see you later, okay? I need to get to class.”
As she walked off, already pulling out her phone, I turned on my heel and made my way toward my class. Every step echoed with satisfaction.
I passed the lockers, keeping my expression calm despite the flicker of whispers around me. The rumors about the incident were still alive. I could hear my name in hushed voices, but it didn’t matter. My reputation was polished to perfection. I had built it with care and calculation. A single lie targeting Rhea wouldn’t ruin that.
Just as I stepped into the classroom and slid into my seat, a familiar ding came from my phone. A notification from the school forum.
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I opened it with idle curiosity, perhaps another student venting about their grades or someone begging for notes. But the moment
the page loaded, my entire body went cold.
“Posted anonymously: Proof that Rhea wasn’t the girl in the video. Watch till the end.”
My thumb trembled as I tapped the post.
The footage began playing.
First: Kevin and a girl entering an hotel room which was not a new thing, but as I watched closer, I realised I recognized that dress. My heart sank into my stomach. It was me!
Then: a second clip. Rhea entering a different room entirely and then the manager running in with medical supplies which were very obvious. Other people came in as well.
Another clip: the hotel timestamp. The voice in the moaning wasn’t hers. It was… mine.
“Oh my god…”
My throat tightened. I felt the blood drain from my face.
The camera was low quality, but the voice and the shape, my petite frame, the unmistakable curve of my hip, were impossible to deny. My long pale hair, cascading down like snow…
They didn’t blur Kevin’s face, only mine.
“No…”
Whispers began in the class. I didn’t even realize some had turned their heads, already seeing the video.
A second later, my phone slipped from my trembling hands and clattered to the floor. It bounced twice before landing face–up on the cold tile, still playing the footage. The room went dead silent. How the hell did Rhea get this?! How was she able to get it?!
“Hey, the date matches the date Kevin said. That means the person he slept with was actually not Rhea? It was someone else?”
“Hey… They accused the wrong girl of doing what she had no idea about.”
“Who posted this though, do you have an idea?”
I didn’t wait to hear more.
My heart pounded against my ribcage as panic surged through my veins like ice water. I bolted out of the classroom, barely hearing the teacher’s call behind me. My shoes clicked frantically on the tiled floor as I pushed through the doors and into the hallway, gasping like the air had suddenly thinned.
No. No. No. This wasn’t happening.
I turned a corner sharply, nearly tripping over my own feet, and shoved open the door to the old storage stairwell, a place few students bothered with anymore. Cold air rushed in from the cracked window above, but I barely noticed. My legs gave out, and I
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collapsed against the wall, sliding down to the floor.
With shaky hands, I yanked out my phone. The screen was still lit with the forum post.
I closed it and quickly went to my contacts. My thumb hovered for a split second before I hit the name: Rhea.
It rang once.
Twice.
Then straight to voicemail.
I gritted my teeth, pressing my phone tighter to my ear, as if sheer will would force her to pick up.
“Damn it, Rhea! Pick up!” I hissed, a sob catching in my throat. “Pick up the goddamn phone!”
But the line remained dead.
I pulled back, swallowing my panic. If she wouldn’t answer the phone, I had one last option.
I got up on wobbly legs, stuffed the phone into my pocket, and ran straight to her class.
The moment I reached the doorway, I spotted her near the back, calm as ever.
“Rhea!” I whispered urgently.
She didn’t even glance up.
“Rhea!” I hissed louder, stepping into the room.
Her eyes finally flicked toward me.
“Leave.” She said simply, her voice low but firm.
My mouth dropped open, “Rhea, please, I need to talk to you…‘
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She shut her book slowly and stood. For a second, I thought she’d relent, maybe step outside with me. But instead, she took a step closer and whispered, “I told you before, Ginny. The next time you hurt me, I wouldn’t play nice. We’ll talk at home.”
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