Time-Limited Love: A Contract Expired, Not Renewed novel Chapter 147

“She’s got some nerve, doesn’t she? Not only is she after someone else’s husband, now she’s fabricating her own drama!”

“Honestly! I’ve never seen anyone able to stomach so much garbage—she could fit it all in an industrial dumpster!”

“How does she sleep at night, seriously? She’s out here calling the real wife a homewrecker? Maybe if she dreams about it long enough, she’ll start believing it’s true!”

Noelle sat trembling in her room, her face drained of color as she stared at her phone. All her anonymous accounts had been exposed, their IP addresses splashed across the internet for everyone to see.

Everywhere she looked online, people were mocking her, tearing her apart.

Within an hour of the truth coming out, she’d lost over a hundred thousand followers. The number was dropping so fast it made her head spin, her heart twisting with a cold sense of panic.

It wasn’t the internet trolls that scared her. No, what she really feared was what Landon would think if he found out she’d deliberately orchestrated an online smear campaign against Zinnia.

“What do I do? What do I do?”

Noelle clutched her phone, her nerves fraying. Her eyes were bloodshot, wild with desperation and rage.

Meanwhile, the internet was still buzzing with glee. Tech-savvy users were celebrating every new leak. Not only had Noelle’s main and alternate accounts been exposed, but someone had also posted her chat logs and payment records from her dealings with a bot farm.

“Well, of course she’s got the nerve—rich girls like her can pay for cyberbullies. The rest of us can’t even afford to play that nasty game!”

“Poor Mr. Ford. He’s stuck with a manipulative dreamer who nearly tore his family apart.”

With every new revelation about her online attacks against Zinnia, the tide of public opinion crashed harder against Noelle. Even her most die-hard fans had fallen silent, unable to defend her any longer.

The more she read, the more terrified she became. She’d meant to stir up trouble for Zinnia, but instead, she’d gifted her the perfect chance to play the victim.

“It’s all your fault, Zinnia! You wretched bitch, you just had to stand against me!”

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