Sasha’s POV 
I laughed out loud, excitement rolling in my veins as I stared at the words on the screen. The city was about to go wild and everywhere was about to scatter.
I read the contents carefully for the umpteenth time and pressed the send button. I was amazed at the words I read, unable to believe that I had written something as genius and juicy as that.
I glanced at the sun rising in the sky and yawned. My body reminded me that I hadn't slept a wink all through the night and I finally decided to put it out of its misery.
I was done anyway and hopefully by the time I woke up, chaos and mayhem would have been the order of the day.
I laughed as I headed to bed, careful to not be too loud. The last thing I needed was for my parents to hear me laughing out loud at that time of the day and believe that I was indeed going crazy.
It had taken all the acting skills I possessed to convince them that I had truly been over Damon and didn't need to start therapy.
I didn't need to remind them of how fragile my supposed mental health was.
I woke up hours later and rushed to my laptop. I frowned as I searched through all the blogs and noted how awfully quiet everything was.
Why? I screamed out loud in my head.
Why didn't any of them post about the content that I had spent the whole night creating. Damon had been busy having a party while I was crashing about in hell.
How dare he enjoy life with that slut pretending to be me?
How dare the bloggers disregard my information?
That I had sent it to them anonymously didn't mean that it was untrue.
My phone rang and I wondered where it was that I put it. I scowled as I saw it and saw the name of the last person I wanted to talk to flashing on the screen.
Why was he calling me?
I almost didn't pick it up but I couldn't help myself. I was curious to know what he had to say. I wanted to know if he had realized that living with Nora wasn't as fun as he had thought it would be.
“Was it you?” He barked into the phone.
I was stunned by the unexpected attack but quickly composed myself. “Was it me about what?”
“Don't play naive, Sasha.” He growled. “Was it you who told the bloggers what they posted?”
They posted what I sent? How come I didn't see it? I sighed as realization dawned on me.
“I guess you were the one who stopped the news from circulating.” I sighed.
He hissed. “You know you just confessed to the act, right?”
“And what if I did?” I hissed, annoyed that he was pissing me off the moment I woke up. 
What a crappy way to start the day.
“You don't want to mess with me.” He hissed.
“Or what?” I fired. “You will tell the world that your real wife is trying to sabotage you with the news of what is going on in your life and you've actually been lying to them and flaunting a fake?”
“I will also send to bloggers a recording of you telling your parents that you lied about being sick so I wouldn't divorce you. I will tell them that you are lying about reality because I'm tired of our marriage and you are trying to get back at me. All I have to do is tell Nora to lie low for a while, show the public that I'm going through a nasty divorce. You've seen how I squashed the news before it could travel far. If I beat you to it and tell the world first, who do you think everyone will believe?”
Nora recorded my words the other day? I couldn't believe that sly woman.
I was reminded of how powerful he was and how indeed I was fighting a lost battle. He had become more popular due to the pictures of being seen taking care of ‘me’ at the hospital. 
I screamed in frustration, hating that I lost the fight before it even began.
“I’m glad that we have an understanding.” He said. “Behave yourself, Sasha. You really don't want to start a war with me. Don't make me call to warn you again or you aren't going to like the consequences.” He clicked off the call after a long hiss.
“What is the problem?” Mum asked, breathing heavily as she rushed into my room.
“Nothing, mum. I had a nightmare.”
“Oh! I didn't know you were taking a nap.”
“I’m fine, mum. You can go.”
She looked as if she didn't believe that I was fine but eventually agreed to leave. 
Damn you, Damon. He was deluded though if he thought that I was going to give up on ruining him and Nora.
Making their lives miserable had become my life's mission and I was nothing but a goal getter.
Know your enemy if you want to get rid of them. That was the mantra that I was about to follow.
I picked up my phone and dialed just who could help me out with my new goal.
“Hey, Sasha.” She chuckled, not hiding it well that she was surprised to get a call from me.
“I need your help.” I didn't waste time with unnecessary pleasantries. We both didn't have time for that.
“Of course, you do.” She laughed, reminding me once again without words that I hadn't called her in a long time.
“Can I get the number of the private investigator you used when you suspected that your husband was cheating on you?”
“Is your husband cheating on you?” She laughed. “I can't believe the almighty pretty Sasha is getting cheated on.” She taunted.
“Can I get his digits? I have something I need to find out.” 
I didn't bother responding to her questions about Damon’s fidelity. She had a big mouth and it was going to be in my favour if she told everyone that Damon was cheating on me. That would greatly serve my purpose.
“Okay, I will send it.” She sighed. “I don't think that Damon is cheating on you though. Based on experience with my ex-husband, I know a cheating man when I see one and the way he looks at you in the footage circulating online doesn't look like that of a man cheating.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to blurt out that I wasn't the one he was looking at but I didn't have time to explain. I hated that Damon had a fan in her. With the way her ex-husband had treated her, she was supposed to hate all men. She shouldn't be supporting any of them.
“I will wait for the contact.” I said and ended the call before I lost my cool.
I was already boiling with rage.