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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 becom an accomplice. My fan babies would be disappointed in me, which is the last thing I want 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 cyberbullled 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 ran 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 are doing? And how much money will my company lose because of you?”
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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–side situation of my previous life.
Some internet users even dug up my burner ccount and found the comments I had left urging Amy to tell the truth,
[Damn, seemingly concerned but actually we ning 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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I packed my things and left the villa with my two little treasures.
Jack’s family was a well–known wealthy family.
After marrying him, I gained a luxurious material life, but at the same time, I was trapped in the mental oppression of being disliked by his family.
It wasn’t until my account gained traction and my income from brand deals increased dramatically that this oppression gradually decreased.
Jack had suggested more than once that I sign the account over to their company and take on more ads to make more money.
I didn’t agree.
Looking back now, he probably had his eye on my account from the very beginning.
To completely avoid the Thompson family, I didn’t choose to travel by train or plane.
Instead, I took the children and endured the hardship of transferring between buses and coaches, slowly disappearing.
Before leaving, I deleted the video app, intending to completely ignore Amy and Jack for a while.
In a place I couldn’t see, Amy had been stalking my account.
After seeing the notification that the account had been deleted, she completely panicked.
She found Jack overnight, and the two of them rushed back to the Thompson house, only to be greeted by an empty villa.
Jack used many methods, checking all mean of transportation that required real-name
registration, but found no trace of me.
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Amy blinked her watery big eyes: “Jack, is there no response from the location tracking either?”
Jack shook his head: “The software only sends a signal when Lily’s phone is on.”
At this moment, they finally confirmed that I had disappeared.
Amy clung to Jack’s sleeve coquettishly:
“What should we do? Without the account, all our plans have gone up in smoke!”
Jack pulled her into his arms, comforting her softly: “Don’t worry, I’ll think of something.”
He called the executives of the video platform, using the entire Thompson family’s influence to pressure them, but could only keep the account for seven days.
Moreover, to restore the account, I had to appear in person to handle it.
The two discussed for a while, and that night they posted a video using Amy’s account:
“Lily, everything is my fault. I shouldn’t have exposed your situation out of a misguided sense of justice.”
“I was wrong, I’m sorry.”
“You can hit me, scold me, vent your anger however you want, just please don’t take your anger out on innocent people.”
“Please come back. Jack misses you, and the children can’t be without their mother.”
They used technology to composite old videos of the twins playing in the background, creating the illusion that I had abandoned the children and hidden away alone.
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On one hand, they comforted Amy, saying she wasn’t wrong in this matter;
On the other hand, they criticized me for being irresponsible.
A new round of cyberbullying against me began.
[This woman is not only unethical but also has a bad heart. After all, they didn’t come from her own womb, so she can just abandon them whenever she wants.]
[Poor little babies, used by their own mother.]
[Does anyone know what Lily Harrison actually looks like? Post it so we can help find her.]
Amy replied to the last comment.
Without words, she just posted a recent photo of me.
Internet users used all their skills, and before midnight, they had pieced together my escape route.
“Lily Harrison’s phone is on.”
