Chapter 3The Truth After My Injection

When I woke up, the room was a mess.

I looked up and met Carter’s eyes, filled with disgust.

I looked down at myself, barely clothed, lying on the couch in Dr. Stern’s lounge.

Students swarmed the doorway, immediately pulling out their phones to film me.

“How trashy is she? So many girls like Dr. Stern, but no one has ever stooped this low.”

“This is disgusting! I heard she chased him yesterday and tried to give him a love letter!”

“Right? He rejected her, so she stripped in his office! Is she trying to ruin his career?”

They used their half-truths and manufactured lies as weapons, determined to tear me to shreds.

Carter took off his expensive suit jacket and draped it over me.

“Get out, all of you!”

I was utterly distraught, my lips trembling. “It’s not what you think, Carter…”

“Then what is it? Are you going to say you were framed? Your clothes are folded neatly on the chair! What possible excuse could you have?”

Tears streamed down my face, and I could only shake my head.

“I was knocked out right after I walked in! I don’t know what happened!”

Carter pulled out a photo—a shot of me and Dr. Stern sitting by the pond last night—and threw it in my face.

“Phoebe said you had a crush yesterday, and I thought, at least you’re sensible. I never imagined you’d do something so shameful! You’ve embarrassed the entire Westlake name!”

It had to be Phoebe.

She must have seen us after school and orchestrated this entire scene.

I was about to speak when Dr. Stern, who had just returned from giving a campus lecture, walked in.

The shock on his face made me want to vanish.

Carter bundled me in his jacket and lifted me to carry me out.

“There must be a misunderstanding! Sienna is not like that. I’ll check the hallway cameras.”

Dr. Stern’s interjection turned Carter’s face several shades darker.

“Check the cameras? So everyone can see exactly how my sister was taking off her clothes in your office? I already had someone delete the footage, Doctor. Mind your own business.”

I was expelled.

And I was once again locked out on the balcony.

Dean, who had always been the kindest to me, looked at me with open revulsion.

They wouldn’t even touch me, as if I were the most morally bankrupt woman on earth.