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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.
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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.
A 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.
2:34 PM J
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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.
