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Marc Blanchet - POV
The screen burned my eyes like betrayal written in ink. "M² On The Brink Of Breakup." I didn't need to read the rest. I already knew what was in it-every jagged, intimate piece of our downfall, repackaged for public consumption. The vultures had landed.
I snatched the phone from Maurice's hand and scrolled through the article.