Turning the Tables on Cheaters
After receiving the report for an STD test, I went back to the barbeque restaurant, and there I ran into a young woman who was about three months pregnant. She asked me to let her cut in line, and, feeling sorry for her, I agreed to help her out.
I quickly made arrangements for her and made sure she had a seat.
But to my shock, after she finished her meal, she had a miscarriage.
The girl posted about the incident online, and before I knew it, I was trending on social media, facing a wave of cyberbullying.
The internet users went even further, digging up my health records and finding that everything came back positive.
[She's positive for everything—she's clearly a woman with a messy private life!]
[No wonder she caused the woman's miscarriage just by being near her—she's a biological hazard!]
The cyberbullying got so bad that it pushed me into depression. Even my fiancé turned against me, accusing me of being filthy and breaking up with me.
The emotional weight became too much, and in my pain, I drove straight into a reservoir.
Meanwhile, the girl gained millions of followers online and skyrocketed to fame as a popular influencer.
It was only after I died that I learned the shocking truth—this girl was my fiancé's first love.
To boost her own popularity, she and my fiancé had come up with this entire scheme together.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day when she asked me to let her cut in line.