Chapter Seventy One

I stepped out of the hospital, the blinding flashes of cameras and the cacophony of reporters' voices overwhelmed me. I braced myself for the questions, expecting inquiries about my well-being or messages of support. But as the reporters crowded around me, their questions took a different turn.

"Do you deny sleeping with Demetrius?" one reporter shouted, a malicious glint in their eyes. "And did you post those intimate photos online after leaving Reuben and the throne?"

I froze, stunned by the accusatory tone of the question. The words hung in the air, poisoning the atmosphere around me. How could they even suggest such a thing? I had endured unimaginable pain and suffering at the hands of Demetrius, and now they were twisting the narrative, casting doubt on my character and integrity.

My voice trembled as I tried to find the right words to respond. "I categorically deny any involvement with Demetrius," I managed to say, my voice shaky but resolute. "He was my tormentor, and I never