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A random account left a long comment under the latest video, accusing me of sleeping around and implying my relationships were a
mess.
Then they straight–up tagged Clayton, telling him to get tested at the hospital before he caught something.”
At first, it all sounded like ridiculous nonsense. But the comment mixed lies with just enough truth to make people doubt. Add in a few trolls stirring the pot, and soon the comment section exploded.}
Some even guessed that the reason we hadn’t made a public statement was because Clayton had finally seen my “true colors” and was getting ready to dump me, while I was still desperately clinging to him.
Panic started creeping in. I had no idea how to handle this kind of PR nightmare.}
Before I could even gather my thoughts, there was a knock at the door.”
“Shannon? Can I come in?“}
My mind was blank, and I answered instinctively.
The moment he walked in, Clayton noticed how quickly I hid my phone. His eyes flicked between my guilty expression and my fidgety hands. He knew immediately that I’d seen the comments online.
He sat down at the edge of the bed and gently took my hand in his.
“I believe you,” he said, calm and steady. “And I’ll face this with you.“}]
“I talked to a professional,” he added. “They said it’s best to respond quickly to avoid things spiraling further. What do you want to do?“> His hand was warm, grounding me. And suddenly, something inside me shifted.}]
I hadn’t been fair to him. He always thought of me first. He made space for every part of me, good or bad. And yet I kept doubting his love, like it was too good to be real.
Years of emotional damage from Rusty had left me second–guessing love itself. I didn’t even realize how guilty I felt toward Clayton until
now.
I leaned forward, curling up in his arms, letting the steady beat of his heart calm me down.
He gently stroked my back, his voice soft and full of empathy. “Shannon, no matter what you say, they’ll twist it. Why don’t we send a lawyer’s letter? Or report them. Make them prove their claims. I’ll also speak out online.“>
He paused, then added casually, “I’ve already contacted the lawyers. The evidence’s been saved too. But you decide how we move forward. Whatever you want, I’m with you.“}
I couldn’t believe it. Just a few hours had passed since things blew up, and he’d already taken care of everything, without once making me feel small or weak.
My heart thudded wildly. Trying to hide the tears building in my eyes, I focused on playing with his fingers.” Surprisingly, his strategy worked.
Not long after we responded, a bunch of fake accounts disappeared. I also posted a formal statement and publicly thanked my boyfriend, Clayton.”
The comment section went wild with fans shipping us. I’d never made our relationship official before. But now that I had, they were over the moon, finally able to support us openly.
Clayton, though, looked stunned. He kept rereading the part where I called him “my boyfriend” five or six times.
He looked so adorably dazed, nothing like the usually cool and composed man I knew. I couldn’t help but tease him. I picked up my phone and put on a pitiful face.
“So, you don’t actually want to admit we’re together? Okay then. I guess I’ll just stay your secret lover.“}}
。n」 – ;。-。
I pretended to delete the post. But Clayton instinctively lunged to grab my phone. Unexpectedly, we lost our balance and tumbled onto the bed with him on top of me.”
For a second, we just stared at each other. I saw nervousness in his eyes while he saw amusement in mine. Realizing how close we were, Clayton quickly rolled off and practically bolted into the living room. Still, I caught a glimpse of his bright red ears and couldn’t help but laugh.
Later, after confirming everything had been handled, he pulled me out the door with him.
As we walked, he tapped the corner of my eye with his fingertip. He smelled like citrus, same as me.
“Shannon,” he said, “remember I promised you to take you out after we finished our high school entrance exams?”
Just as he let go of my hand, I looked up only to see Rusty.
Breathing hard, face flushed, fists clenched, he was running straight toward us.
I froze, instinctively gripping Clayton’s hand tighter, and urged him in a low voice, “Let’s go. Now.”
