Chapter 6
River’s presence was like a warm fireplace in winter, melting away all the cold fear in my chest.]
He wanted to hire some hotshot lawyer to sue Bree for defamation, but I stopped him.[]
I grabbed his hand, giving him my best puppy dog eyes. “Can I please handle this myself first? If I totally bomb it, then you can swoop in and save me, okay?“]
River looked at my determined face and finally caved. “Alright, but I’m standing by.“]
That’s when Mason’s text slithered into my phone like a snake trying to wrap itself around my life again.]
[Babe, seeing you get torn apart online is killing me. Just come back to me and I’ll clear your name publicly.]]
When I didn’t respond, he followed up with:
[I’ll handle the Bree situation. And the second you divorce that guy, we can get married immediately.]]
Reading that made me want to throw my phone across the room. The audacity of this man to mention marriage after everything he’d put me through.]
I blocked his ass without a second thought.
Taking a deep breath, I went live.
My stream instantly flooded with viewers, and the chat exploded with hate:
“Scammer! Give them back their house! The nerve of going live!“]
“Pretty girl, ugly heart. They helped you and you stole their home.“[]
“This is why you can’t trust anyone these days.“]
The vicious comments felt like knives stabbing into my chest, making it hard to breathe.
I ignored the noise and calmly held up my evidence to the camera–purchase agreements, bank statements, the deed, everything.
“I bought this condo with my own money to prepare for my wedding.“]
The chat suddenly went quiet, like everyone was holding their breath.
I looked straight into the camera, and continued:]
“But my boyfriend stood me up seven times for the woman who made that video. He even destroyed something precious that my mom left me.”
My voice cracked thinking about Mom, the pain still so raw.
“He took her on romantic vacations while completely ignoring me.”
Tears started streaming down my face. “I finally woke up and married someone who actually values me. But even after that, my ex kept harassing me, making me miss my mother’s final moments!“]
“I was forced to sell my own property to get away from his toxic behavior. And now they’re trying to gaslight the entire internet, claiming my house was somehow theirs. People I care about are getting dragged into this mess because of their lies.”
I played the hospital security footage showing Mason physically blocking me and shoving me to the ground.[]
The chat exploded:
“Holy shit, this girl got played hard. Boyfriend stolen and blamed for it!“]
“Side chicks are getting bold these days. Steal the man and try to steal the house too.”
“Dodged a bullet there, girl! Better to find out he’s trash before the wedding!”
Seeing all the support flooding in filled me with warmth. I’d made the right choice.
I wiped my tears and wrapped up: “I’m not here for pity or revenge. I just want the truth out there so innocent people stop getting hurt. Thanks for listening.” I ended the stream and exhaled deeply.
The internet’s opinion flipped overnight. The hate comments turned into support
and
encouragement.
With public opinion on my side, the buyer felt confident moving forward. Within three days, the sale was finalized and the money was in my account.
Mason, and Bree, on the other hand, were having a much worse time.
The drama kept growing online, and our whole love triangle became everyone’s favorite gossip topic.]
Later, I heard through mutual friends that Mason had been lying to Bree this whole time, telling her he’d bought the condo with his own money and hard work.
My livestream had completely exposed his bullshit.[]
When Bree found out the truth, she went ballistic, screaming at Mason for being a lying piece of shit who’d played with her emotions.]
Mason fired back, calling Bree a manipulative bitch who’d seduced him and ruined his relationship.[]
Someone filmed their public screaming match and posted it online, where it became a viral meme.]
Watching them tear each other apart in the video, I felt… complicated. Part relief, part pity, mostly just exhausted by the whole mess.
