Moana smiled mysteriously.

"If Sean wants to see me grovel," she said softly, "then I’ll give him a show. A perfect show!"

Moana’s mother frowned in confusion. "What do you mean, Mo?"

Moana walked slowly toward the window. Her gaze was fixed outside the house, but her mind was racing faster than ever.

"Sean is enjoying his power right now," she continued calmly. "He feels like he’s won. He thinks... I’m completely broken and have no direction."

"Isn’t that the case? You are already broken, Girl!" Mr. Freddy asked sarcastically.

Moana chuckled softly. "Dad ...! If I were truly broken, Sean wouldn’t have called me earlier."

The room fell silent.

Moana turned slowly. "A man like Sean wouldn’t waste his time on a woman who’s truly broken."

Mrs. Freddy began to listen intently.

"He wants to see my reaction," Moana continued. "He wants to know if I’ll end up as a bum on the streets, if I’ll beg, or go crazy. Sean is watching. He is an audience."

Mr. Freddy narrowed his eyes. "And then? What’s the benefit for us?"

Moana gave a faint smile. "We’ll make him keep watching. Let him be a satisfied spectator."

Mrs. Freddy moved closer. "Moana... speak clearly!"

"I’ll make Sean believe that he can still control me." Her tone sounded colder now. "I’ll make him let his guard down."

Mr. Freddy was immediately intrigued. "And then ..., what?"

Moana paused for a moment before finally turning to face him.

"Sean has a huge ego," she said softly. "And people who are too confident ..., usually start getting careless."

Mrs. Freddy smiled slowly. "Now... that’s my girl. I proud of you, Mo."

But Moana immediately glared at the woman coldly.

"Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not doing all of this for you two. That’s all for my self!"

Mrs. Freddy’s smile faded slightly.

Moana continued. She leaning her body against the table. "You can be poor, deep in debt, or evicted by the bank tomorrow morning. I don’t care about it ...."

"How dare you, Mo!" snapped Mr. Freddy.

"But if you mess up my plans," Moana continued fearlessly, "I’ll go far away and let you drown on your own." She laughed.

The room fell silent again. This time, it wasn’t because of the emotions.

Rather, it was because Mr. and Mrs. Freddy were beginning to realize something. Moana felt different now.

The woman was still a mess, still full of wounds and anger, but her gaze no longer looked like that of a defeated person.

And off course ..., that was far more terrifying than before.

Mr. Freddy and Mrs. Freddy exchanged a brief glance. Since Moana had come to live with them, this was the first time... they had chosen to remain silent and let their daughter speak.

Moana walked back to the sofa and slowly picked up her phone. The screen still had a small crack from being thrown around a few times the night before. Her fingers began to move. She was opening several folders and old emails.

"What are you looking for?" Mrs. Freddy asked softly.

"Bait."

Moana smiled slightly as she continued scrolling through her phone. A few seconds later, she paused on an old photo. A photo of Sean when he was in the Weasley family’s private meeting room. Ordinary to others. But not to Moana.

Because on the man’s desk were several confidential company documents.

"Is that enough?" asked Mr. Freddy.

"No," Moana replied casually. "But enough to make Sean get a little disturbed."

She then opened her social media account, which had been flooded with public insults since yesterday. Thousands of comments filled the screen.

Whore. Homewrecker. Scum of society. Cheap woman.

Moana read them without expression.

Strange.

Last night, all of that felt like a knife. But now, the pain was actually starting to fade slowly.

"I’ve already been hated by everyone," she murmured softly. "So... now I choose to be free."

Mrs. Freddy began to smile faintly. "Now... that’s the right attitude."

Moana uploaded the photo to her personal account. But it wasn’t the photo that was the issue.

It was the short caption beneath it.

"Sometimes... the ’cleanest’ people are just an illusion. They’ve just not been exposed yet. It’s all just an drama. Lol"

Mr. Freddy immediately chuckled softly. "Good."

"Wait," Moana said, raising her hand. "The game hasn’t started yet."

A few seconds after the post went up, her phone was flooded with notifications. People started speculating. Sean’s name was mentioned again. Some gossip accounts even reposted it immediately.

Moana stared at her phone screen without blinking.

One minute. Two minutes. Five minutes.

Then...

Sean’s number came through.

Mrs. Freddy immediately broke into a wide smile. "He’s panicking."

Moana answered the call slowly, then leaned back casually on the sofa.

"You called me so quickly," she said calmly.

On the other end, Sean was silent for a few seconds.

"So ..., you’re starting to dare to play games with me?" he finally asked.

Moana smiled faintly.

"I learned all this from the best and most experienced person, like you."

Sean chuckled. But this time, his laugh sounded sharper than before.

"You think that photo is enough to threaten me?"

"No," Moana answered honestly. "But it’s enough to make you call me again."

There was a moment of silence. And Moana knew. She had succeeded.

Because the proof was, since being cast aside, Sean was now reacting exactly as she wanted him to.

"What do you want?" Sean asked coldly.

Moana stared blankly ahead. Her smile slowly faded.

"I want you to stop treating me like a dog that you can kick around however you please."

Sean laughed softly. "And how if I refuse?"

Moana slowly crossed her legs.

"In that case..." she whispered softly, "I’ll start revealing one little secret every day."

The room suddenly felt cold.

Even Mr. and Mrs. Freddy fell silent upon hearing the change in Moana’s tone.

Because the woman’s voice was no longer sounded like that of a victim. It was sounded like a threat.

Sean fell silent for a few seconds after hearing the threat. But instead of getting angry, he actually chuckled softly, as if he were enjoying something amusing.

"You’re finally starting to use your brain again," he said casually.

Moana clenched her teeth. "Don’t underestimate me."

"I’m not underestimating you," Sean replied coldly. "I’m just curious how far you’re willing to go."

Click.

The call ended abruptly.

Moana slowly lowered her phone. Her heart was pounding quite hard, but this time it wasn’t out of fear. A strange sensation was beginning to well up inside her. Like the adrenaline rush when someone finally stops crying and starts fighting back.

Mrs. Freddy immediately approached. "How did it go? Did he panic?"

Moana gave a faint smile. "He’s angry."

And that was enough.

---

Elsewhere, Sean sat calmly in his office. His expression remained impassive even as his tablet screen filled with reposts of Moana’s post.

Their names were trending again across social media within minutes.

"Sometimes the cleanest people just haven’t been caught being dirty yet."

The phrase spread quickly.

People began speculating. Some accounts even started linking the Weasley family to various old rumors that had previously faded into obscurity.

Sean leaned back slowly in his chair.

"I’m sorry, sir," said one of his digital staff nervously. "That post is spreading too fast."

Sean stared at the screen for a few seconds before finally speaking briefly.

"Delete it."

"All of them, sir?"

"Yes! All of them."

The man stood up and walked over to the large window in his office.

"And I don’t want to see Moana’s account active again. Banned all of her accounts!"

His subordinate nodded quickly. "Yes, sir."

---

Twenty minutes later, the public was in an uproar again.

Moana’s post had suddenly vanished. It wasn’t just the post.

Moana’s entire social media account had vanished without a trace. It couldn’t be found. Couldn’t be accessed. As if they’d never existed.

And that only made the internet go even wilder.

"MOANA’S ACCOUNT WAS DELETED!"

"WHY DID IT SUDDENLY DISAPPEAR?"

"IS THE WEASLEY FAMILY STARTING TO COVER SOMETHING UP?"

"COULD IT BE THAT MOANA WAS RIGHT!"

The topic exploded instantly.

Several gossip accounts began discussing allegations of abuse of power by the Weasley family. Screenshots of Moana’s posts spread everywhere before they could be completely deleted.

In the Freddy family’s small house, the sound of phone notifications rang nonstop.

Mrs. Freddy laughed triumphantly as she read the public comments.

"Look at this!" she said enthusiastically. "People are starting to suspect Sean!"

Mr. Freddy grinned with satisfaction. "Good. Very good."

But unlike her parents, Moana sat silently, staring at her empty phone screen.

Her account had completely vanished. No warning. No notification.

Sean had erased his entire online presence in a matter of minutes.

And strangely...

That actually made Moana smile slightly.

"He’s so scared," she whispered softly.

Mrs. Freddy turned to look at her immediately. "What?"

Moana slowly lifted her head. Her gaze looked far more alive than before.

"If Sean were truly calm," she said softly, "he wouldn’t have reacted this so quickly."