(Jessica’s POV)
The liquor burns going down, but I don't care.
I pour another glass—my fourth? Fifth?—and slump back against the couch in my apartment.
My phone sits on the coffee table, notifications still rolling in from my posts about Jake Reed. Hundreds of shares. Thousands of comments. People eating up every word of my carefully crafted narrative.
Sabrina Moore is a fraud. An exploitative mother using her son for personal gain.
It's beautiful. Explosive. Exactly the kind of scandal that destroys people.
And the best part? There's just enough truth mixed with the lies to make it plausible.
Jake is incredibly talented for a five-year-old. A fact I’m sure most of his followers must’ve noticed by now. Almost suspiciously so. That little seed of doubt is all I needed to plant for th
