I deleted my family vlog channel. My best friend Amy Wilson came to confront me: “Are you crazy? Do you know how much that channel is worth?!” I blocked her and started a new life alone with my children. In my previous life, I had made a career out of sharing our family life. A pair of adorable twins attracted millions of followers. Amy exposed that my children were born through surrogacy, even though I lived in New York where it’s legal. Internet users called me a hypocrite and even attacked my children offline. I posted photos of myself pregnant and medical records, but they accused me of faking them. My children died in a car accident due to the extreme behavior of some internet users. Unable to bear the cyberbullying, I jumped from my apartment. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I posted the first video of the twins. “All done! The babies did so well!” I hugged the twins and saved the newly recorded video for editing. Suddenly, I shuddered. Looking at the familiar surroundings and the lively babies in my arms, I realized I had been reborn to the day I posted the first video of the twins. After calming down, I immediately withdrew the video I had just posted. Then I searched for Amy’s social media accounts. Information related to Amy quickly popped up. The first result wasn’t her account, but an official video about the ethical concerns of surrogacy. Her comment was the top one: [I’ll take the lead in resolutely opposing surrogacy.] Amy had attracted quite a few followers due to her frequent interactions with me, and was now considered a minor influencer. I clicked on her account. Her latest video had just been posted. With a dark background and somber music: — What should you do if your best friend does something unethical? Followers were asking what had happened, but she didn’t reply. Instead, she liked a comment speculating that it had something to do with me. [As we all know, Amy’s best friend is a famous vlogger. This vlogger’s recent videos have low engagement. Could she be up to something behind the scenes?] The ambiguous words and comments guiding public opinion were exactly the same as what I had experienced in my previous life. My account’s follower engagement dropped sharply, and brand partnerships were suspended. In my previous life, I had quickly pivoted to editing the twins’ daily life videos, rapidly becoming an annual top vlogger with millions of followers. But at the same time, I fell into a whirlpool of public opinion. Followers no longer commented “Cute babies, auntie loves you” or “So adorable, I want to steal them.” Only attacks remained: [Looking at your old videos, I thought you were a good mother. I never expected you to be such a person in private. Disgusting!] Searching for keywords, I found Amy’s apology video. She looked dejected with red-rimmed eyes, choking up as she began: “First, I want to apologize to my followers who like me. I’m sorry.” “I’ve been wallowing in regret lately, even falling into depression. I don’t deserve your love.” “Thankfully, my team has been by my side, showing me various educational videos. Now, I’ve decided to stand up and expose the filth behind the beautiful videos.” “My best friend Lily Harrison, due to health issues, couldn’t get pregnant. A year ago, she spent $200,000 on surrogacy for a pair of twins.” Amy posted various pieces of evidence, including chat logs between “me” and the surrogacy agency, payment records, and the entire process of “me” visiting the surrogate mother while pretending to be pregnant myself. I was furious. To prove that the children were born to me, I also published photos from throughout my pregnancy, as well as prenatal check-up records. But it was useless. Internet users found traces of photoshopping in my photos and wrote long posts analyzing from various angles how I didn’t have time to have children. If I wasn’t certain that the children came from my own womb, I would have doubted whether I had really used a surrogate. Internet users began to cyberbully me: [You prepared these photos long ago, didn’t you? Too bad that everything leaves traces. Photoshop can’t hide the truth.] [Boycott surrogacy.] [LOL, you asked for it.] [Everyone, let’s report her account. We can’t allow this kind of vlogger to continue deceiving people.] Even Amy’s company issued a statement saying they had notarized the evidence and handed it over to the police. Justice might be late, but it would never be absent. My husband Jack also chose this moment to file for divorce, saying he couldn’t accept what I had done and had been living in regret since the children were born. This undoubtedly nailed me to the pillar of shame. I couldn’t defend myself. My videos were reported by countless internet users, and former brand partners demanded compensation for the negative publicity online. The children were even expelled from kindergarten to avoid harassment from overzealous internet users. They died in a car accident while fleeing. My psychological defenses completely collapsed, and I jumped from my apartment. When I opened my eyes again, I had unexpectedly returned to where it all began. The children hadn’t been exposed yet, and my account hadn’t reached the influence it had in my previous life. There was still a chance to change everything.
I searched online for all information related to Amy and finally found her alternate account. She liked to share her daily life but never showed her face. If I hadn’t seen the personalized wine glass I gave her in a video, I would never have imagined this was her account. A romance influencer selling a sweet love story. Every video was a carefully scripted scene, promoting her daily life with her boyfriend. The boyfriend never appeared on camera. All the videos were just Amy’s one-sided narration, accompanied by chat screenshots and altered voice recordings. The lifestyle she revealed in the videos was exceptionally luxurious, and the filming locations were completely unfamiliar. Just as I was starting to doubt whether I had found the wrong account, I suddenly discovered a fleeting figure in one video. I paused countless times and saw that in the corner, half of a hand was exposed, wearing a top-tier diamond-encrusted men’s watch. Jack, my husband, had the same watch! It turned out that they had been involved long before I knew anything about it. No wonder he was so quick to file for divorce after I got into trouble, coordinating with Amy’s company’s statement. No wonder Amy could so easily take over my million-follower account after my death. But thinking about the children’s tragic deaths, I had no energy to care about Jack’s infidelity. I started to think. Jack was my legal husband, living under the same roof. He indeed had the opportunity to tamper with my photos and pregnancy records. I immediately gathered the photos taken during my pregnancy and the prenatal check-up records and went to the notary office to have them notarized. Ensuring that all the materials provided were verified as valid. Then I rushed home before Jack, pretending nothing had happened. To be on the safe side, I decided to post videos as usual. After much consideration, I finally came up with a new angle: a full-time housewife pranking her husband who rarely comes home. I called Jack to confirm when he’d be home, then set up traps according to online tutorials and pointed a camera at the front door. The moment Jack opened the door, dirty mop water mixed with various kitchen garbage poured down from above. “Lily Harrison, what are you—” “Surprise!” I ran to the living room laughing, hinting at the camera that was filming. He had to swallow his anger. I ran in front of the camera: “Husband’s first day coming home late, prank successful!” But my gaze unconsciously followed Jack. Seeing him carefully wiping his men’s watch, my mood inevitably sank. This should be safe now, right? To prevent accidents, I didn’t immediately post the video. Instead, I used a burner account to comment under Amy’s videos: [Sister, have you been feeling down lately? Don’t worry, no matter what happens, we’re here for you!] [Feel free to speak up, we fans will definitely help you get justice!!] She quickly replied: [Thank you, baby. I encountered some unpleasant things in life, but it’s been handled.] Sure enough, she was laying the groundwork for her future false exposé. I kept using burner accounts to express concern for her, encouraging her to speak out about the bad things. Other fans also chimed in, pushing the video to another peak of popularity. This time, I won’t post daily videos of the twins. I want to see how she’ll wrap this up. I quickly finished editing the prank video and logged into the backend of my account to post it. Just as I finished writing the caption, a notification suddenly popped up on my phone. I clicked to take a look and immediately turned pale.
Amy had updated. She specifically shared my concerned comment and simultaneously posted a video. She also added in the comments: [I originally wanted to deal with the negative emotions myself, but the love from my fan babies gave me courage. I decided to be brave and stand up against misconduct. Otherwise, when the truth comes out in the future, I, as someone who knew, would become an accomplice. My fan babies would be disappointed in me, which is the last thing I want to see.] I unconsciously swallowed, cold sweat breaking out on my forehead. I clicked on her video. Unlike the real-name exposé in my previous life, she didn’t name names or present evidence. Instead, she started by telling a story, recounting the entire process of “me” being unable to conceive and desperately seeking a surrogate mother. Meanwhile, my main account, which I hadn’t updated, also posted a video. The content was the daily life of the twin babies that I had deleted. What’s going on? I looked at the content on the account in horror, unable to understand. This video had clearly been deleted, and my account had always been managed by myself. Even Jack didn’t know the password. Who posted the twins’ content? Have I been reborn once, only to be unable to change anything, forced to watch myself be cyberbullied and repeat the tragic ending of my previous life? Soon, Amy’s exposé hit the trending topics. Surrogacy was a hot topic recently, and internet users were disgusted by it. They left comments under the video: [Can someone decode this? Who is she talking about?] [I hate surrogacy the most!] [Who else could it be? Someone who could make Amy so conflicted must be a close friend. Think about who has twins, and that’s who it is.] A string of replies all contributed to uncovering the truth. Amy quickly replied to the latest comment: [Baby, you guessed right. The person is a very good friend of mine. I care about her a lot, and I don’t want to see her like this, nor do I want her to be cyberbullied. So… please don’t ask anymore.] She didn’t name names, but she gave internet users a direction to speculate. Various clues eventually converged on me. The comment section of the twins’ video completely collapsed. The door of the study was opened. Jack walked in angrily with a tablet, which was playing Amy’s latest exposé video: “What are you and Amy up to?!” “I didn’t agree when you said you wanted to run a video account before. Later, I only let you play around because the data wasn’t bad.” “What’s going on now? Is the traffic not good, so you’re using your own children for hype?” “Do you know how much criticism the babies will face outside because of what you two are doing? And how much money will my company lose because of you?” He threw the tablet in front of me and opened WeChat, sending me a file package: “Here are the clarification materials my assistant prepared. Post them immediately to eliminate the negative impact as soon as possible.” Having been through this once, I understood Jack’s intention. All the photos in the file package he prepared had been photoshopped. Sure enough, Jack’s company account posted a statement. Jack admitted that we hadn’t had children for a long time after getting married, and between the lines, he was saying that he felt ashamed for listening to my manipulation to use methods to have the two children. He didn’t directly say it was surrogacy. But this kind of ambiguous description, at this timing, would only make internet users think in one direction. Amy even commented under his post: [Since Jack has spoken up, I won’t hide it anymore.] Then on her own account, she posted all the prepared evidence. Their back-and-forth coordination completely nailed me. Fans who had spoken up for me deleted their comments one after another. The online public opinion once again formed the one-sided situation of my previous life. Some internet users even dug up my burner account and found the comments I had left urging Amy to tell the truth. [Damn, seemingly concerned but actually warning her? What were you planning to do? If Amy dared to reveal anything, you’d use your husband’s family’s power to suppress her?] [But you didn’t expect it, did you? Our Amy has evidence against you, and your husband doesn’t approve of you either, so he won’t help you!] I didn’t use the file package Jack gave me to clarify. Instead, I planned to publish my own notarized evidence. But when I finished editing the content and was about to post it, my account was banned. I contacted customer service in the backend and tried every way to call the platform’s executives. The only response I got was: “We’re very sorry, Ms. Harrison, but due to the massive negative impact you’ve caused, according to network security regulations, the platform has the right to ban your account.” I asked when it could be unbanned. The answer I got was that it would never be possible! I wasn’t convinced and kept calling until an executive finally told me impatiently: “Ms. Harrison, if you want to unban the account, why don’t you ask your family?” I couldn’t help but laugh. In my previous life, Amy had easily taken over my account and used it to secure multiple brand deals, helping Jack’s company get through the financial crisis. They did this because they wanted to make money using my account while getting rid of me at the same time. I stared at the account backend on the screen, unconsciously moving the mouse to [Delete Account] and clicked. Without this account, let’s see what you plan to do next.
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