“Girl, the audacity! Trying to be ‘attached at
the hip‘? More like glued on with
desperation.”
I sighed. What does Sarah have to do with my
baby? This girl has been trying to one–up me
since day one. Even though I’m basically
retired now, she can’t stop siccing her fans.
on me.
I went to Sarah’s page, thinking I’d send her a
DM, but my finger slipped and I tapped her
live stream.
And there she was. Wearing my freaking
pajamas. In my brand new mansion.
The mansion I haven’t even been to yet. How
the heck did she get in?
I quickly typed into the live stream:
“Who let you broadcast from my house? Get
out!”
With so many fans, my comment was
immediately buried under a pile of other
comments, most of them congratulating
Sarah:
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“OMG, Sarah and Jake are married! She’s
totally a secret power couple!”
“Riley tried to steal Sarah’s thunder and got
roasted! So embarrassing for her!”
“Sarah, is that your new mansion Jake got
you? So luxe! You’re living the dream.”
Sarah was lounging on the couch, acting all
high–and–mighty, picking out her baby’s
future nanny, like she owned the place. The
more she acted like she was in charge, the
more her fans worshipped her.
I was completely baffled. I tapped the
“Request to Join” button, ready to lay down
the law.
Seeing my icon pop up on screen, the whole
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“Oh look, it’s the clout chaser! Sarah, bring
her on!”
“Confirmed it’s Riley’s real account. Why is
she so obsessed?”
With a dramatic eye roll, Sarah accepted the
video call.
“Riley, people say you’re a stage–five clinger,
but I didn’t believe it until now. You really
came into MY live stream? Do you need me
to publicly shame you to make you stop?”
Before I could even start, Sarah had already
gone into full attack mode. I was boiling over.
I tried to sound calm, but it was coming out
as ice:
“Sarah, you’re trespassing. You have five
