We looked at each other for a long time. She
saw the determination in my eyes and got
flustered. Her hatred became more obvious.
She said, “Brittany, I won’t let you get away
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with this.”
With that, she turned around and left.
I watched her back, and smiled coldly.
The fish were getting restless. It was almost time to reel her in.
Just like that, Tiffany put out a doctored
version of the wedding video that night.
I was suddenly the evil mistress who seduced her sister’s husband, and who tried to kill Tiffany with an abortion.
It quickly became trending news.
Tiffany called me, “Just say you’re sorry, do
what I want, and I’ll tell the internet that I
forgive you.”
“I don’t want us to fight like this, Brittany.
Being attacked online can really hurt.”
I laughed and hung up.
You reap what you sow.
My dearest sister, get ready to handle the
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It quickly became trending news.
Tiffany called me, “Just say you’re sorry, do
what I want, and I’ll tell the internet that I
forgive you.”
“I don’t want us to fight like this, Brittany.
Being attacked online can really hurt.”
I laughed and hung up.
You reap what you sow.
My dearest sister, get ready to handle the
consequences.
Some random internet user leaked my
information, and over the next few days, I got
tons of hateful messages.
People found my old address.
I warned the buyer so it was no big deal.
Sarah worried about me, and came to stay
after work.
“They can just call me names, it’s not gonna
kill me,” I said, trying to be lighthearted.
Tiffany wanted to destroy me with the
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Tiffany wanted to destroy me with the
internet but I wanted to destroy her with her
own methods.
The internet drama lasted a week. I was ready
to strike back when my private investigator
told me that my parents were trying to get a
well–known mediator.
I was a little surprised.
Maybe they were panicking because I
wouldn’t give in and couldn’t get ahold of
me?
A mediator?
After thinking for a while, I thought I had a
better idea.
I told the private investigator to keep an eye
on them while also leaking my new address.
The next weekend, they showed up with the
mediator and barged into my house.
I timed it perfectly and took some sleeping
pills. When they arrived, I was still conscious.
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“Miss Anderson, we’re here from your family,
they asked us to help sort things out,” the
mediator said.
When they didn’t get a response, my mom
and the mediator came looking for me.
“You lazy brat! You caused so much trouble
for your sister, and you’re just sleeping!” she
yelled at me. “You deserve to die!”
She slapped me across the face, and then
Tiffany started her acting routine. “Mom! I
don’t blame her!”
“Brittany, we’re family! If you love Jake, I’ll let
you have him. Just please don’t upset Mom
and Dad.”
They kept talking and talking but I didn’t
respond. My mom got angry and started
yelling at me again.
Then, the mediator noticed something, “Wait
a minute! What’s this?”
“A suicide note? Oh my God! She took
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a minute! What’s this?”
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