My Best Friend and Husband Falsely Accused Me of Surrogacy, After Being Reborn I’ll Make Their Plans Fail!
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, Lrealized I had been reborn to the day I posted the first video of the
twins.
After calming down, Limmediately withdrew the video I had just posted.
Then I searched for Amy’s social media accounts.
Information related to Amy quickly popped up.
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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.
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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.
