As the passage of time transformed hours into days, and days into months, the events of the past three months played like a series of flashing images in my mind. The magnitude of what I had endured during that tumultuous period was hard to fathom. Looking back, I marveled at how I had managed to navigate through the chaos that had ensued from that scandal. My life had been thrust into turmoil, with the Zamora family's company becoming embroiled in controversy, and even our clothing line—mine and Rye's—was not spared. The ironic twist was that our sales soared despite the chaos, albeit not under my name. The world seemed fixated on me, on my whereabouts. Nobody knew where I was—except Rye. I was grateful for his discretion, but even that couldn't stop the media from labeling me as the most infamous mistress of all time.