Shock of My Death
I used to be the most promising composer of my generation. But while I was working on my latest piece, my husband Charles Lambert's childhood friend destroyed everything I had.
She slashed my face, stole my compositions, and set fire to my house—leaving me to burn alive alongside the kitten I'd just adopted.
Then, as if my death were just a spark for her success, she posted my compositions online, claiming I'd plagiarized her.
And people believed her. Everyone did. Strangers on the internet sneered and spat my name, and my own husband, Charles, chose to believe her over me.
Even the International Musical Society rescinded my award and handed it to her without a second thought. My students, who once followed me loyally, were now fawning over her.
I became the laughingstock of the entire internet—mocked, discredited, erased.
It wasn't until a week later, when someone stumbled upon the charred remains of my lakeside studio, that they found what was left of me.
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