Chapter 8
My heart sank as I continued reading.
Martin: Still no luck?
Reginald: Nope. She won't let me touch her. No idea what she’s playing at.
Martin: Such a hypocritical slut. Pathetic. Mine’s way more obedient.
Reginald: It’s driving me crazy not getting a taste. Let me have yours sometime.
Martin: Sure thing.
I frowned at the screen.
Jessica was being passed around like some toy?
Martin: Quarantine’s almost over. Are we just letting her off the hook?
Reginald: No way. She needs to learn her lesson. These girls care so much about their reputations. Slap the "slut" label on her, and she’ll be putty in our hands.
Martin: Brilliant!
The chat logs ended there, leaving my blood boiling.
So Reginald had been holding a grudge because I refused to sleep with him. Now he and Martin were plotting to ruin both Jessica’s and my reputations, making us easy prey.
At that moment, I felt nothing but relief for standing my ground.
As for those two pieces of scum—they wouldn’t get away with this. They’d pay for what they’d done.
I compiled every shred of evidence into a folder and sent it to the university’s official complaint email, attaching my real name. In the message, I stressed the urgency of the matter, warning that I’d go to the police if the school failed to act.
At the same time, I turned their own tactics against them. I posted the entire exposé on the campus forum.
The impact was immediate.
The thread exploded. Thousands of comments piled up, every single one condemning the two men.
Public opinion flipped overnight. The same netizens who’d previously slut-shamed us now led the charge in tearing Martin and Reginald apart.
The outrage went viral, trending within hours.
The school, desperate to contain the fallout, launched a full investigation.
After verifying every allegation, they acted swiftly.
By that evening, an official notice announced Reginald and Martin’s expulsion.
In the aftermath, my inbox flooded with heartfelt support.
Those kind, empowering messages carried me through many sleepless nights.
I’d considered anonymity—sparing myself the backlash.
But in the end, I chose to put my name on it.