“My half-a-million-dollar-a-year job as a live-in personal trainer for billionaire Connor Smith was demanding, but simple. I managed his health, he paid me handsomely. That all went up in flames the moment his ex-girlfriend, Bella, walked back into his life. She took one look at me and decided I was her "stand-in"-a cheap imitation he'd hired to fill the void she left. Her mission became to destroy me. She framed me for theft, tried to humiliate me in front of his friends, and staged a bloody scene, screaming that I had stabbed her. Connor, the man I was paid to keep healthy, was too weak to stop her, offering me more money to just "be discreet." Bella's delusions escalated until she was lying in a hospital bed, demanding one of my kidneys as compensation for her fake injury. I was a professional with a degree from Cornell, not a villain in her twisted romance novel. My career, my reputation-everything was on the line. I quit. But when she followed me to social media, posting lies to ruin my name forever, I knew I was done being quiet. She thought she was the main character, but she forgot one thing: I had the receipts.”