Kent
By the time I reached the set, my phone felt heavier than it should have, like it carried the weight of every rumor, every twisted narrative people had decided to pin on me overnight.
I scrolled one last time before locking the screen.
Kent Todd.
That was the name that nearly made me laugh out loud earlier—soft, incredulous laughter that bubbled up despite myself. Not because he was funny, but because the situation was. Because somehow, my life had turned into a spectacle where every familiar face was repackaged into “content,” every old connection twisted into a headline.
So this was Paige’s next move.
I should have expected it.
The filming location was buzzing when I arrived. Cameras, staff, assistants darting back and forth with clipboards and headsets, makeup artists draggi
