Things didn't return back to normal.
Not even close.
The whispering never really stopped. People still talked, still stared, still gave me those looks that made my skin itch.
Every now and then something else would happen to grab their attention, and for a fleeting moment, I could breathe.
Until I couldn't.
Somehow, they always found their way back to me. Like I was the anchor to their gossip addiction. The "chick who married a billionaire and cheated on him". That was my new identity.
One girl actually said that to my face when our shoulders accidentally grazed in the parking lot. No apology. Just venom.
So I stopped showing up unless I had class. I kept my head down, finished my lectures, then vanished.
It was easier that way. Especially after my fallout with Bliss.
"…don't talk to me. What don't you understand? I don't wanna be friends with someone like you!"
She'd screamed it in the quad loud enough for heads to turn.
