Chapter 100 Shattered Bonds And Sirens

• Rachel POV
• The living room was a frozen tableau, the TV still blaring its venomous accusations, the images of Jeremy and me—our stolen kisses, our private embraces—twisted into something sordid, something criminal. I stood in the center of it all, my hands trembling, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst. Jeremy was pacing, his face a mask of fury and desperation, his hands raking through his hair as he muttered curses under his breath, the weight of the scandal crushing him. The headline—*Jeremy Morrow, Predator*—burned into my vision, a lie orchestrated by Celine, a woman whose hatred had turned our love into a public execution. I wanted to scream, to tear the TV from the wall, to find Celine and make her pay, but Jeremy’s unraveling pulled me back, his pain a mirror to my own.
• “Jeremy, please,” I said, my voice shaking as I crossed to him, my hands reaching for his arms, trying to still his frantic movements. “We’ll fix this. We know it’s Celine—she found out about us, saw us in the hospital, and did this to hurt you, to hurt us. We have the evidence against her, the documents, the flash drive. We can expose her, prove she’s behind this.”