Ella
The media storm began within hours.
Apparently, someone in the hospital waiting room had recorded Alexander marking me on their phone. By the time we got home, the footage was already all over social media.
Thankfully, Alexander marking me wasn’t discovered—his body had conveniently blocked the view of what had really happened. That was a relief, at least.
But people wanted to know why I had come running out of the exam room in nothing but a hospital gown. And more than that, they wanted to know why I had collapsed and been rushed away by the nurses.
And knowing how relentless the internet could be, I knew it would only be a matter of time before people found out the truth.
I was sitting in the living room the morning after the incident, scrolling through the c
