My finger was literally hovering over the post button. One second later, I would’ve hit it and sealed the fate I already knew.
As such, my body jolted like I'd been pulled from deep water. I yanked my hand away just in time, chest heaving as I gasped for breath.
Looking around the familiar room, at the camera, the lights, and the draft of the video, I realized I had been reborn at the moment when I first tried to pivot my content.
After calming down, I saved the video to my drafts and immediately searched for Lesley’s social media.
It didn’t take long, and her latest post popped right up.
And this one was nothing like her usual style. Her old videos were clunky, poorly edited, and barely scraping a few hundred likes.
But this new one had racked up tens of thousands of likes in just thirty minutes.
The comment section was also full of praise.
[Imagine this look in a survival game setting—unstoppable.]
[She’s doing million-follower work on a tiny account.]
[God, is this level of beauty even humanly possible?]
[Wife, my wife. Who the hell stole my destined wife?!]
...and on and on.