I could feel the anger building inside of me as I stood up from the couch. "How can she be this shameless?!"

I then told Ashford the entire story. He listened quietly, his expression growing darker, but his eyes on me stayed gentle and steady. "Don't worry. Leave it to me."

He was a well-known lawyer who specialized in defamation and tort law. He had seen cases a hundred times worse than this, and he was good at weaponizing evidence and law.

While I was washing up, he took the opportunity to save screenshots of every private message, edited photo, and harassment, all with clear timestamps and account IDs. Together, they formed an airtight chain of evidence.

After that, he stayed up all night organizing the lawsuit materials and writing the police report. The logic was clear, and every point was laid out neatly…

-

Early next morning, we took all the evidence to the police station.

Ashford's professional statement and fully recorded evidence made the police take the case seriously, and they quickly opened an investigation.

I sent Rachel a photo of the case filing receipt through a private message.

I thought all of this would finally end, but I had underestimated Rachel's malice and her talent for manipulating public opinion. After I sent the message, Rachel did not reply. Instead, she went straight to Facebook and started a livestream.

Rachel had studied acting, and because a few low-budget web dramas she had filmed had recently started airing one after another, she had gained quite a few fans and a good reputation with casual viewers.

All her arrogance was gone in front of the camera. She wore a plain white shirt, no makeup, her eyes red, looking so miserable that anyone would feel sorry for her.

She then took the words I had used to fight back the day before, cut them out of context, and stitched them together as proof that I had lashed out because I was guilty, as she sobbed.

She said, "Marcus and I have been childhood friends for more than a decade. We grew up together. Back then, she was the one who came between us. If she had treated Marcus well, I could have blessed them even if I felt sad, but she only treated him like an ATM...

"Despite being about to get engaged, she's still clinging to my boyfriend and insulting me. Is it wrong for me to ask for an apology?"

In the livestream comments, messages like "don't cry" and "I feel so bad for her" flooded the screen.

Rachel seized the opportunity and twisted the truth even further. "When you're too kind, people take advantage of you. Now that things have come to this, I can't keep hiding it anymore!"

Her voice turned firm as she said, "Back then, Zoey was the one who betrayed Marcus first! She was seeing another man behind his back and being intimate with him. Marcus was too softhearted and covered it up for her, but she turned around and blamed him instead!"

As she spoke, she held her phone up to the camera and showed those photos in bed that were impossible to tell whether they were real or fake, then pinned accusations of cheating and seeing several men at once on me out of thin air.

Before the livestream ended, she also showed a police receipt and declared that she would use the law to protect her rights.

For a while, tags like #FeelingBadforRachel, #Vicious Ex, and #MaketheCheaterApologize quickly shot up the trending list.

I did not know how many paid accounts she had hired, but public opinion soon turned completely one-sided.

My Facebook was invaded again, and it was a hundred times worse than before.

In the livestream, Rachel had exposed not only my real name, but also my Facebook ID. Countless people swarmed in and drowned my comments and private messages with the filthiest words.

Some people even dug up my address and openly threatened me.

Out of desperation, I posted that morning's police receipt and a lawyer's statement, but no one believed me at all.

[The law is the law, and morality is morality! Even if the law can't do anything to you, we'll never let a witch like you get away with this!]

They were like madmen who had lost all restraint, freely unleashing their malice from behind the screen through the protection of anonymity on the internet.

At that moment, a strange account suddenly sent me a message. [Well? Now, do you know what I'm capable of?]

Before I could reply, HR sent me a message telling me to come to the conference room.

The moment I walked in, I saw the HR manager and the Assistant CEO sitting across from me, both having grim expressions plastered on their faces.

"Ms. Jones, public relations flagged some negative public sentiment about you this morning." The manager then pushed a tablet toward me. On the screen was the trending topic, #ViciousEx#.

The manager continued, "After careful consideration, senior management has decided to suspend you for now. Once this storm passes, we will..."

"On what grounds?" I stood up. "This is slander! I've already reported this to the police!"

The vice CEO rubbed his brow wearily. "The company understands your situation, but you are the brand director. You represent the company's image. Now that public opinion has escalated, it has already affected our product's reputation and sales. We have to consider the bigger picture, and we hope you can understand and cooperate."

"Your idea of understanding and cooperation is declaring me guilty before you even figure out what happened?" I asked as I stared at him.

The HR manager quickly smiled and tried to defuse the situation. "Ms. Jones, don't make it sound so bad. The paid leave is only a temporary measure. Once the truth comes out, the company will definitely clear your name."

I walked out of the office with my few personal belongings, and whispers rose behind me.

"I never expected Ms. Jones to be so wild in private!"

"You really can't judge people by appearances. She always looked so detached. No wonder she became a director after only one year here!"

"I heard her fiancé is a lawyer, too. To make a lawyer take responsibility for her mess… She's really quite impressive!"

I stopped. Then, I turned around and stared straight into their evasive eyes. "I was set up!"

All I got in return was open snickering and mockery.

"Rachel is an actress. Why would she frame you for no reason?"

"Where there's smoke, there's fire. If there was nothing wrong with you, how could anyone set you up?"

With that kind of victim-blaming logic, every defense sounded weak and useless. And this was only the beginning of cyberbullying.

Rachel's extreme fans splashed red paint all over my front door, covering it with words like "witch", "homewrecker", and "die". They also dumped piles of trash and rotting animal carcasses outside, and the stench spread through the entire hallway.

Even my parents back in my hometown were harassed. Strangers kept calling them out, viciously insulting them and saying I was "selling myself outside" and had "disgraced the whole family".

My father's blood pressure spiked from anger, and he was rushed to the emergency room for observation overnight. My mother held back her fear and tears, still trying to sound calm over the phone.

"Zoey, everything is fine at home. Your dad is just a little tired. He'll be alright after resting for a day or two... You're out there alone, so be careful and stay safe. Don't worry about us…"

Listening to my mother force herself to stay calm on the other end of the phone and looking at my ruined front door, I felt helplessness and rage nearly swallow me whole.

The legal process needed time. Before then, what else could I do to protect myself and my family?

Just as I was thinking of a plan, my phone suddenly rang.

A familiar voice came from the other end, carrying a faint, complicated emotion. "Zoey, it's me, Marcus. Can we... meet and talk?"

I made arrangements to meet Marcus at a cafe.

However, his face tightened the moment he saw Ashford beside me. "He... Who is he?"

Before I could answer, Ashford stepped forward and slipped an arm around my shoulders. "Mr. Gibson, I assume? I'm Ashford White, Zoey's fiancé. I came with her today so we can clear up everything."

Marcus's eyes lingered on Ashford's hand for a moment before he looked away. "Zoey, I didn't know things would turn out like this."

His voice sounded dry. "I was just drunk that day, and I complained to Rachel about you liking that post. I didn't expect her to go that far…"

Marcus sounded sincere, but one couldn't miss the prejudice in his words. "Rachel was only being a little too impulsive. But fighting her head-on won't do anyone any good. I know you never cheated on me, but her career is just starting to take off... Can you… Can you just admit to it? I'll pay you whatever you want for emotional damages!"

I almost chuckled from the ridiculousness.

Rather than coming to mediate, Marcus had revealed himself as the true source of this cyberbullying. "Marcus, your apology is worthless, and your attempt to mediate is even more ridiculous."

I cut off his act coldly. "Do you think this is still three years ago, when you got to play judge over those petty fights? What she did was a crime. Defamation, harassment, doxxing, intimidation. My dad is still lying in the hospital right now. Tell me, how am I supposed to calm down? By letting her destroy my reputation while I just watch in silence?"

"That isn't what I meant…" Marcus's voice trailed off.

I took a deep breath, my voice firm and final. "I have nothing to discuss with you or Rachel. I'll see you in court!"

"…Zoey!" Marcus's voice came after me from behind. "I'm doing this for your own good, too. Do you know Rachel spent a fortune hiring a lawyer who specializes in lawsuits in the entertainment circle? He's so skilled, he can make lies sound true. There is no benefit for you if you go head-to-head against us like this!"

He glanced at Ashford and continued. "No matter how good your fiancé is, there's a conflict of interest here. He can't defend you at all! Zoey, stop being so stubborn. It's just admitting you were wrong. Why make things difficult for everyone?"

I could not take it anymore. I raised my hand and slapped Marcus across the face.

The sharp slap made the entire cafe fall silent. "Get lost!"

Marcus clearly had not expected me to hit him. He stared at me in disbelief, and the last trace of his act fell away. "Fine! If you won't take the chance I'm giving you, I'll see you in court!"

After Marcus left, I was so angry I couldn't help shaking. Ashford immediately took my hand and checked it carefully. "Getting physical before the trial can easily give them ammunition to use against you..."

Before he could finish, he met my tear-filled eyes and changed his words. "But it's fine. Even if I can't personally act as your attorney, I still have plenty of ways to ruin them completely!"

As he spoke, Ashford's phone suddenly vibrated.

He answered the call, his tone respectful. "Yes, the chain of evidence is thoroughly prepared. Don't worry. You can have as much fun as you like with this case!"