By the time I wheeled my suitcase downstairs, a large group of people suddenly rushed toward me.
They surrounded me, holding up cameras and phones, shouting as they recorded.
“Look, it’s her, the woman who told her elderly mother to fake an accident!”
“After her mom got hit and killed, she used her death to blackmail people for money. When that didn’t work, she went to court just to keep squeezing more cash!”
“She even forced that poor college girl into depression. She tried to take her life several times!”
“Good thing her husband’s a righteous lawyer who stood by justice instead of siding with his greedy wife! Otherwise, who knows what that poor girl would’ve gone through!”
“And now, because he wouldn’t help her scam people, she’s threatening him with divorce. Look, her bags are packed already!”
Their accusations pierced through the air like knives.
Through the crowd, I saw Brielle and Caleb standing at the back, both watching me with smug satisfaction.
So, this was his plan, using a livestream to destroy me.
And it worked. The reaction was instant.
The live streamers were relentless, spitting venom with every word, and soon my name was plastered all over the internet.