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Her post unleashed a wave of cyberbullying.
Grieving families sent razor blades to my home.Every day,someone dumped feces at my doorstep.
When I stepped out,people shouted“homewrecker.”When my mom went out to enjoy the sun,she was called“the mother of a homewrecker.”
Some heartless individuals even spread rumors that my mom raised me to be like her,triggering a medical episode.
Things took an even darker turn when someone photoshopped obituary - style pictures of my family and posted them online, offering “customized versions” for a mere $10.
My social media account were flooded with curses and hateful messages.
I called Emma,begging her to delete the post.She smiled sweetly:“Claire,don’t be so oversensitive.I’m just trying to encourage you to get back on your feet!”
Unable to endure the relentless harassment,I jumped from the 20th floor.
After my death,reporters swarmed to the scene. Emma showed up and put on a melodramatic act, pretending to throw herself onto my body while wailing in mock grief.
The incident made them famous.
James,the“experienced,unflappable pilot,”and Emma,the“beautiful,selfless flight attendant who risked her life for passengers,”milked the attention.
They posted vlogs about their“pilot-and-flight-attendant”romance,quickly amassing a huge following.
Riding the wave,they started live-streaming sales,earning millions monthly,achieving a dramatic social leap.
When I opened my eyes again,I wasn’t in the afterlife.I was back on the day of the crash.
This time,I’d make Emma and James pay.
