For 24-year-old tennis player Naya Morgan, all that glittered certainly wasn't gold. In her relentless pursuit of victory, she had strayed far from the joy of simply playing the game she loved.
Naya's life takes an unexpected turn when she crosses p...
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"My ex, Jude, has a new girlfriend...but he's hiding her," Anais smirked, her eyes dancing back and forth between the interviewer and the camera that recorded them.
"I guess it makes sense though, she's a mess." She giggled before the interviewer had a chance to speak.
"How?" The podcast asked curiously.
"She's the tennis player that had all of that crazy shit going on recently," Anais said, strategically not saying Naya's name.
"Naya Morgan!?" The podcast host exclaimed, eyes widening in surprise. "I heard about her getting sexually assaulted, but I don't think that's any reason to call her a mess." She frowned in disapproval.
"Do you believe it?" Anais pouted, cocking her head to the side.
"Do I believe it?" The podcast host repeated, taken aback by the question. "Well, I think it's important to take allegations seriously and not jump to conclusions."
Anais rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. "Sure, sure. But come on, she's probably just attention seeking after losing at Wimbledon."
Slamming her laptop shut, Naya turned to look at Jude absolutely disgusted by what they just watched. "What the fuck was that?!" She demanded, anger flashing in her eyes.
Jude shifted uncomfortably, a guilty expression crossing his face. Although he'd done nothing wrong, Anais was his ex and he couldn't help but feel as though he was to blame. "Baby so I'm sorry, this is my fault. She's doing this because I cut her off."
Naya's hands clenched into fists, her jaw tight with anger. "So, she's spreading lies about me because you stopped funding her lifestyle?" She seethed, her cheeks flushing red with anger.
Jude reached out cautiously to touch Naya's arm, his hand gently wrapping around her wrist pulling her into his arms as he watched her eyes fill with tears.
"I fucking hate her," Naya whispered, her voice laced with hurt and betrayal. She buried her face in Jude's chest, seeking comfort in his embrace.
Jude held her tightly, feeling a wave of guilt wash over him for not realizing the extent of Anais's vindictiveness. "I'm so sorry, Naya. I should have known she would stoop this low."
Naya pulled back slightly, her tear filled gaze meeting Jude's. "It's not your place to apologize for her and I don't want an apology from that bitch. I want the video deleted, today!"
Jude had seen Naya through many emotions, but he'd never seen her so angry. Not even when they argued with one another, he could feel it radiating from her.
"Jude I'm tired! There's always drama and I'm fucking tired of it," Naya cried, her voice cracking as tears of anger streamed down her face.
"If it's not one thing it's the other and it's driving me fucking crazy, I can't catch a break," she continued.
