My parents-in-law stood to the side, silent and impassive, their faces showing neither judgment nor support.
Her shouting tested my patience and I finally snapped, scolding her for her entitled behavior.
That only fueled her fury.
Nicole spun on her heels and turned her ire back at me. Her slender fingers brandished the phone I had bought her and she sneered, "Maybe everyone online would like to see the real you."
I dismissed it as a hollow threat, a weapon of frustration.
Yet, to my dismay, she followed through.
Her viral video painted me as the villain and with it, my personal information—my phone number, WeTalk account and even my professional credentials—were leaked to the world. My phone buzzed incessantly with hateful messages, vile attacks from faceless strangers.
[Just a sad old hag jealous of her young and beautiful sister-in-law!]
[She’s even too old to be with her husband. What a joke!]
[Parents like her are better off dead!]
The deluge of comments swirled on my screen, each one striking like a whip. My head spun and nausea clawed at my stomach.