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My lips curve slowly. There it is. That shift. That edge. Because humiliation? It’s only permanent if you let it define you. Otherwise it becomes fuel. And I burn very well. He embarrassed me. He exposed me. He made me look like a fool in front of an audience. Because now, everyone will underestimate me. Everyone will assume I made a mistake. That I rushed. That I slipped. That I won’t try again. They’re wrong. So very wrong. I step forward slowly.

But pieced together, captioned with crude accusations— “Sleeping her way to the top?” “Professor’s favourite student… but at what cost?” “What else did she offer for a passing grade?” A sharp, piercing laugh shattered the moment. Then another. And another. The world tilted beneath her feet. “Oh my God,” someone gasped. “I always knew she was the type.” “No wonder she gets special treatment.” “Pathetic.” The words sliced into her like knives. Her pulse thundered in her ears, drowning out the cacophony of mockery, the jeering voices that grew louder with every second. Heat burned behind her eyes, humiliation clawing at her throat, making it impossible to breathe.

"What's wrong about it? I just informed everyone that I'm still proprietress." "And in the process you humiliated me." He said. I let out a chuckle. "So you do know what humiliation feels like." I cocked. "Where was this reaction when you were prancing around the city with Veronica in your arms? Where was this when you fed the media lies and dragged my name to the mud. Where was this when you accused me of being a gold digging tramp and whore?" I hissed my eyes red with rage.

Her entire body stiffened. I smiled coldly. “You protected her for so long.” “You humiliated me for her.” “You drove me away for her.” “And in the end?” I leaned forward slightly. “She destroyed you too.” A strangled sound escaped Veronica’s throat. She couldn’t speak anymore so only broken, horrifying noises came out. For some reason, hearing those sounds sent a chill through me. Because Veronica had once weaponized her voice against everyone around her, and now that voice was gone forever. Her punishment felt almost poetic.

Eventually, they're going to want some entertainment, something to make it worth their time. Humiliation appears to be their favorite tactic at the moment, because, of course it's more fun to hurt me than it is to watch paint dry, and I'm sure Jack enjoys knowing I'm being humiliated. Instead of lying back down on the dirty cot, where springs poke at me no matter how I position myself, I throw my arms over my head to try to loosen the stiffness in my muscles.

Ignoring him felt like my only sane option, my last bastion of self-preservation in the face of his relentless provocation. “Now that you've totally taken advantage of me, you've gone all cold,” he pouted, his voice adopting a whiny, aggrieved tone. It sounded exactly like a jilted spouse who had just caught their partner cheating – a ridiculously ironic comparison given the circumstances. I shot him a venomous glare, my eyes silently screaming for him to shut his stupid, perverted mouth. “Don't you dare say that!” I snapped, my voice still a low, dangerous growl. The humiliation festered, a hot coal in my gut. “It was a mistake, a complete accident!”

I scrambled to sit upright, my voice shaking uncontrollably. "Get out!" He cut me off without mercy, his tone sharp and cold. "You deceitful snake! How dare you stoop to such a despicable trick to trap me! You're revolting!" His words struck harder than a slap across the face, stinging me to the core. My eyes immediately burned with unshed tears as a crushing wave of humiliation and heartbreak stole all sense of reason.

This was not the first time Anna had done this. Out of every ten posts she made, three mentioned me directly, and the remaining seven were visible only to me. In the past, I would always be easily provoked by these petty tactics. I argued with Benedict. I caused scenes. Every time, he dismissed it lightly and told me, “She's just a friend with benefits. You’re my wife. Don’t be so petty about it.” Benedict was certain that I loved him and would never leave him, so he hurt me without restraint.

"So did your confrontation. Do you know how humiliated I felt out there in front of everyone?" Her lips formed an, "Oh" as the word escaped her lips In almost a whisper. El smiled hysterically as she turned away from him, digging her fingers into her hair in disappointment, "so this whole fuss is about you being humiliated?" Her hurt eyes turned back to look into his as she shook her head still in disbelief about hearing those words from him, "and what about me? If just one embarrassment is so difficult for you to handle, have you ever imagined what I've been going through when I'm constantly humiliated in public by the same person? Have you?!"