Chapter 2

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A few days later, Landon looked at me with bloodshot eyes, his voice trembling with desperation.

"Sutton, stop this. Let's go see a doctor. We can earn the money back, but I can't lose you."

"Money? You want to know where the money is coming from?" I asked with a smile.

He froze.

"I sold the fund we were saving for our wedding."

That money was every cent we had saved since graduation.

It was the foundation for our future home.

He stood up abruptly, not even glancing at me as he bolted for the door.

With a loud bang, the door slammed shut.

His last broken words still hung in the air.

"Sutton, call me when you've regained your sanity!"

I went back to scrolling through the haters' updates.

The post by "TurboKeys" had gone viral. Thousands of people were flooding in to mock and humiliate me in new ways.

They called me a "submissive freak," a "reverse saint," and the biggest idiot of the year.

My phone suddenly rang.

It was my best friend, Lydia.

"Sutton, are you out of your freaking mind?!"

"I sent you twenty grand so you could hire the best lawyers to sue those cockroaches, not so you could buy them dinner!"

I answered calmly.

"This is my business. Stay out of it."

"Stay out of it? I'm watching you get treated like a doormat, and you're using my money to feed those dogs! Sutton, you're degrading yourself! Do you have any idea? The whole internet is laughing at you!"

"Sutton, I am so disappointed in you!"

She hung up the phone.

When I tried to call back, a system voice answered.

"The user you are calling is currently busy."

I opened our chat app to message her.

A red exclamation mark appeared.

"Lydia has enabled privacy settings. You are not on her friends list."

I was even blocked on Venmo.

She had wiped me out of her life completely.

On my screen, the haters had started a new celebration.

A hashtag called #MakeAWishToSutton was trending.

Countless haters were listing the luxury meals they wanted.

"I want a dry-aged ribeye, medium rare!"

"I want to try that gold-leaf pizza. It looks expensive as hell."

"You guys are too basic. I want her to serve it to me personally on her hands and knees!"

I looked at those greedy faces on my screen, and the corners of my mouth curled upward.