My Funreal 82

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Chapter 82 Shock–Nova Tore Apart Sloane

Nova read through the comments, then quickly opened Twitter to find Sloane’s clarification video.

After watching it, her heart sank.

She’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel a twinge of satisfaction seeing Sloane take the fall. Karma was finally catching up to her.

But…

In just a few hours, the tide of public opinion had completely turned. All the hate that had been directed at her was now crashing down on Sloane and Josh.

Someone was definitely pulling strings behind the scenes.

And who else could it be but Kael?

Nova let out a bitter laugh.

she’d never expected Kael to be willing to let Sloane record that video. Didn’t he know how devastating this would be for her career? That this scandal would

ollow her for the rest of her life?

And Josh’s infidelity–even the Cohen family had kept that quiet, afraid it would hurt their company. But Kael had exposed it for the world to see. He must have ought tooth and nail with the Cohens to make that happen.

But hadn’t he once said he wanted to ally with the Cohens?

Nova closed her eyes, exhaustion washing over her. Her heart felt like a shaken soda can-fizzing with anger, sadness, confusion, and every other emotion she

ouldn’t name.

t wasn’t sympathy for Sloane. It was disgust–at Kael, and at herself for even daring to hope.

his was his pattern–hurt her, then throw her a crumb of kindness to keep her hooked. It was exhausting.

f he’d cared this much from the start–if he’d loved her wholeheartedly–they wouldn’t be in this mess.

¡ova smiled bitterly.

ust then, the bedroom door opened again.

Lael walked in carrying a cup of hot chocolate milk, setting it on the table. “Drink this before bed. It’ll help you sleep.”

le leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead. His voice was soft, tender–like the man she’d fallen in love with years ago.

lova’s eyes stung. She turned her head, avoiding his kiss.

ael chuckled, pinching her cheek gently. He lingered for a moment, then reluctantly left.

is soon as the door closed, Nova grabbed a wet wipe and scrubbed her forehead–hard–where his lips had touched. Her gaze fell on the steaming cup of milk, nd her eyes filled with tears,

he’d loved chocolate milk once. Making it at home was a hassle, but Kael had never complained. He’d made it for her night after night, even experimenting vith different chocolates to find her favorite flavor.

Then one day, Sam had let it slip–Kael was allergic to chocolate. She hadn’t believed it at first. After all, she’d watched him handle chocolate countless imes–melting it for her favorite brownies, grating it over fruit salads, even wiping up spills with his bare hands–and never once had she seen a single sign of I reaction, no redness, no itching, nothing.

Sam had laughed and said, “Mr. Voss is allergic to love–he’d endure anything for you.”

she’d brushed it off as a joke.

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Later, she’d realized it was true. Every time he made chocolate milk, his hands would break out in a rash. He’d only hide it with ointment and gloves.

No wonder he always wore gloves when he cooked for me….

Nova’s hands trembled. She pushed the cup away, unable to take a sip.

After a moment’s hesitation, she dug through her drawer for the anti–allergy cream she kept for him. She was about to take it to his study when her phone

buzzed.

A message popped up from Sloane.

[Saw the video? Do you know why Kael was willing to let me record it?]

Nova froze. Her mind went blank.

Why?

Hadn’t he done it to protect her from the online hate?

Nova’s face turned pale. No one knew how terrified she was in that moment–terrified that her last shred of hope was about to be crushed.

Sloane sent a voice message, her tone dripping with malice, shattering Nova’s delusions.

“Don’t flatter yourself. Do you really think my career as an actress matters to me? Or to Kael?”

“He can give me so much more than that.”

“You? You’re just useful to him. He’s afraid you’ll mess up the company’s shares.”

Nova’s face drained of all color. The last thread of her sanity snapped.

This is the real Kael.

He’d do anything for profit.

Once, he’d let Josh bully her just to curry favor with the Cohens.

Today, he’d “defend” her–only because it was the safer choice for the company.

It was always about weighing the options.

First, the company. Then, Sloane.

She was always last.

Nova’s eyes welled up with tears, red and puffy.

She should have known. She’d just been lying to herself, clinging to a fantasy.

Nova bit her lip so hard it bled. She let out a bitter laugh.

Crash!

She threw the tube of anti allergy cream across the room. Then she picked up the cup of chocolate milk and poured it all into the trash.

Sloane’s voice message continued playing.

“Nova, you have no idea. Kael said he’ll make it up to me later.”

Nova’s body went rigid.

“He could have divorced you to fix this, you know? Do you want to know why he didn’t?”

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Nova swallowed hard, her brow furrowed in agony.

“He’s going to marry me someday. He doesn’t want this scandal to ruin me. So he sacrificed the small one to save the big one. Get it?”

Those few words were like a thousand knives, stabbing her over and over.

Sacrifice the small one to save the big one?

How cruel!

Nova’s eyes were bloodshot. She dug her nails into her palm until she felt pain–anything to ground herself.

“Is that so?” she whispered. “Then I’ll give you both a wedding gift in advance…”

Sloane’s heart skipped a beat. An unexplainable sense of panic washed over her. “What are you going to do?”

Before Sloane could get an answer, Nova hung up.

She pulled up a folder on her phone and uploaded a video to Twitter–footage of Sloane throwing a diva fit on set. She’d had someone dig it up months ago, but she’d been too scared to post it–afraid it would hurt Voss Group, since Sloane was their spokesperson.

Screw it.

She didn’t care anymore.

As soon as the video went live, it exploded online. The comments were filled with rage:

[I’ve always hated this bitch! Finally, proof she’s a monster!]

[I knew Nova wasn’t a bully! Sloane’s the real villain here–she got what she deserved!]

[Disgusting! Kick her out of the industry!]

Nova wasn’t done. She uploaded more videos–including one where Sloane slapped a crew member.

The internet erupted.

Sloane was doxed within hours. That night, as she tried to sneak back to her apartment, a crowd of angry fans ambushed her in the parking lot. They pelted her with rotten vegetables and eggs, covering her in filth.

“What the hell are you doing? I’ll call the police!” Sloane screamed, pulling out her phone.

Crash!

Someone kicked her phone out of her hand. A slap landed hard on her cheek. “You think you get to call the police? Where was your conscience when you

bullied Nova?”

“You deserve every bit of this! Nova was too nice to you–she should have beaten you up!”

Another kick landed on her shoulder.

Sloane collapsed to the ground, trembling in pain and humiliation. When she heard them mention Nova, hatred burned in her eyes.

“I’ll never forgive you!” she shrieked.

“Shut up!” Another slap.

Sloane was a mess–her clothes torn, her face covered in dirt and egg yolk. She waited for the police to arrive, but instead, her phone rang. It was Kael.

Tears streamed down Sloane’s face. “Kael! Help me! Call the police! They’re attacking me!”

“Sloane!” Kael’s voice roared through the phone, so full of rage it made her flinch. “Look at what you’ve done! How dare you have the nerve to call the police? Do you know how much Voss Group’s shares dropped? 150 million dollars! In one hour! I lost 150 million dollars!”

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His hostility was so thick, she could almost feel it through the screen.

“You’re lucky they only threw garbage at you! I never should have made you our spokesperson! Look at the mess you’ve gotten me into!”

Sloane’s heart broke. He didn’t care that she was being attacked–he only cared about the money.

Kael kicked a chair across his study, the sound of it crashing echoing through the phone. “And don’t you dare call the police! Fix this yourself! If this hurts the company any more, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life!”

Sloane’s eyes were red with tears. She couldn’t believe it–he wasn’t just ignoring her pain; he was forbidding her from seeking help. He was cutting off her only

way out.

“Kael!”

“Shut up!” he snapped. “I was going to give you a little compensation–let you endorse a new product to get your career back on track. But now? Forget it. You’re done.”

When Sloane heard those words, her world came crashing down. This hurt far more than being yelled at or pelted with garbage–it shattered her heart into