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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 become an accomplice. My fan babies would be disappointed in me, which is the last thing I want to 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.
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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 cyberbullied and repeat the tragic ending of my previous life?
Soon, Amy’s exposé hit the trending topics.
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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 run 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 you two are doing? And how much money will my company
lose because of you?”
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–sided situation of my previous life.
Some internet users even dug up my burner account and found the comments I had left urging Amy to tell the truth.
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