parents celebrated in the comments.
My sister replied with champagne emojis.
And less than twelve hours later, I discovered Dylan had done something far worse than humiliate me.
He had been using my professional reputation to advance his own career.
Without my knowledge.
Without my permission.
And without realizing what he had put at risk.
But before I explain that phone call, you need to know how I ended up sleeping in a temporary apartment while my family celebrated throwing me out.
Because this was about much more than a
