"You're a bad person! You bullied Aunt Lola!" She screamed, her small face twisted in anger. "I'm never calling you Mom again!"
I looked at her through a blur of tears, heart shattering. "Tiffany..."
Adam followed her in, phone raised, camera already rolling. He supported Lola with his free arm. Her wrist was wrapped in thick bandages—a prop for the drama he was orchestrating.
Tiffany didn't stop. She grabbed whatever she could reach—pillows, cups—and threw them at me while the camera broadcasted everything.
"You did it on purpose! You made a fake video to hurt Aunt Lola! I hate you!"
The viewer count skyrocketed. Tens of millions flooded in. Comments scrolled at a dizzying speed, each one a dagger.
"So the cheating rumors were fake? It was all edited?"
"Even the daughter is saying it. Kids don't lie. Didn't expect someone so weak-looking to be so vicious."
"Mr. James is unlucky to have such a psycho wife. She almost drove an innocent woman to suicide. She deserves to rot in hell!"
"She's insane. Didn't even care about her own life just to frame Lola."
"Divorce her immediately! Lola seems like a saint compared to her. Netizens support the new couple!"