Thu, Dec
My Best Friend and Husband Falsely Accused Me of Surrogacy, After Being Reborn I’ll Make Their Plans Fail!
I deleted my family vlog channel.
My best friend Amy Wilson came to confront me: “Are you crazy? Do you know how
much that channel is worth?!”
I blocked her and started a new life alone with my children.
In my previous life, I had made a career out of sharing our family life. A pair of adorable
twins attracted millions of followers.
Amy exposed that my children were born through surrogacy, even though I lived in New York where it’s legal.
Internet users called me a hypocrite and even attacked my children offline.
I posted photos of myself pregnant and medical records, but they accused me of faking
them.
My children died in a car accident due to the extreme behavior of some internet users.
Unable to bear the cyberbullying, I jumped from my apartment.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I posted the first video of the
twins.
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“All done! The babies did so well!” I hugged the twins and saved the newly recorded video for editing.
Suddenly, I shuddered.
Looking at the familiar surroundings and the lively babies in my arms, I realized I had been reborn to the day I posted the first video of the twins.
After calming down, I immediately withdrew the video I had just posted.
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Then I searched for Amy’s social media accounts.
Information related to Amy quickly popped up.
The first result wasn’t her account, but an official video about the ethical concerns of surrogacy.
Her comment was the top one:
[I’ll take the lead in resolutely opposing surrogacy.]
Amy had attracted quite a few followers due to her frequent interactions with me, and was now.considered a minor influencer.
I clicked on her account. Her latest video had just been posted.
With a dark background and somber music:
What should you do if your best friend does something unethical?
Followers were asking what had happened, but she didn’t reply. Instead, she liked a comment speculating that it had something to do with me.
[As we all know, Amy’s best friend is a famous vlogger. This vlogger’s recent videos have low engagement. Could she be up to something behind the scenes?]
The ambiguous words and comments guiding public opinion were exactly the same as what I had experienced in my previous life.
My account’s follower engagement dropped sharply, and brand partnerships were suspended.
In my previous life, I had quickly pivoted to editing the twins‘ dally life videos, rapidly becoming an annual top vlogger with millions followers.
But at the same time, I fell into a whirlpool of public opinion.
Followers no longer commented “Cute bable auntie loves you” or “So adorable, I want to teal them. Only attacks remained:
Followers no longer commented “Cute babies, auntie loves you” or “So adorable, I w steal them.” Only attacks remained:
[Looking at your old videos, I thought you were a good mother. I never expected you such a person in private. Disgusting!]
Searching for keywords, I found Amy’s apology video.
She looked dejected with red–rimmed eyes, choking up as she began:
“First, I want to apologize to my followers who like me. I’m sorry.“”
“I’ve been wallowing in regret lately, even falling into depression. I don’t deserve your love.”
“Thankfully, my team has been by my side, showing me various educational videos. No I’ve decided to stand up and expose the filth behind the beautiful videos.”
“My best friend Lily Harrison, due to health issues, couldn’t get pregnant. A year ago, st spent $200,000 on surrogacy for a pair of twins”
Amy posted various pieces of evidence, including chat logs between “me” and the surrogacy agency, payment records, and the entire process of “me” visiting the surrogate mother while pretending to be pregnant myself
I was furious.
To prove that the children were born to me, I also published photos from throughout my pregnancy, as well as prenatal check–up records.
But it was useless.
Internet users found traces of photoshopping in my photos and wrote long posts analyzing from various angles how I didn’t have time to have children.
If I wasn’t certain that the children came from my own womb, I would have doubted whether I had really used a surrogate,
Internet users began to cyberbully me:
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You prepared these photos long ago, didn’t you? Too bad that everything leaves traces. otoshop can’t hide the truth.]
Boycott surrogacy.]
[LOL, you asked for it.]
[Everyone, let’s report her account. We can’t allow this kind of vlogger to continue eceiving people.]
Even Amy’s company issued a statement saying they had notarized the evidence and anded it over to the police. Justice might be late, but it would never be absent.
My husband Jack also chose this moment to file for divorce, saying he couldn’t accept hat I had done and had been living in regret since the children were born.
This undoubtedly nailed me to the pillar of shame.
I couldn’t defend myself.
My videos were reported by countless internet users, and former brand partners demanded compensation for the negative publicity online.
The children were even expelled from kindergarten to avoid harassment from overzealous internet users. They died in a car accident while fleeing
My psychological defenses completely collased, and I jumped from my apartment.
When I opened my eyes again, I had unexpectedly returned to where it all
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I started to think.
Jack was my legal husband, living under the same roof. He indeed had the opportunity to tamper with my photos and pregnancy records.
I immediately gathered the photos taken during my pregnancy and the prenatal check–up
records and went to the notary office to have them notarized.
Ensuring that all the materials provided were verified as valid.
Then I rushed home before Jack, pretending nothing had happened.
To be on the safe side, I decided to post videos as usual.
After much consideration, I finally came up with a new angle: a full–time housewife pranking her husband who rarely comes home.
I called Jack to confirm when he’d be home, then set up traps according to online
tutorials and pointed a camera at the front door.
The moment Jack opened the door, dirty mop water mixed with various kitchen garbage poured down from above.
“Lily Harrison, what are you-”
“Surprise!”
I ran to the living room laughing, hinting at the camera that was filming.
He had to swallow his anger.
I ran in front of the camera: “Husband’s first day coming home late, prank successful!”
But my gaze unconsciously followed Jack.
Seeing him carefully wiping his men’s watch my mood inevitably sank.
This should be safe now, right?
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prevent accidents, I didn’t immediately post the video. Instead, I used a burner ount to comment under Amy’s videos:
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Sister, have you been feeling down lately? Don’t worry, no matter what happens, we’re e for you!]
Feel free to speak up, we fans will definitely help you get justice!!]
She quickly replied:
[Thank you, baby. I encountered some unpleasant things in life, but it’s been handled.]
Sure enough, she was laying the groundwork for her future false exposé.
I kept using burner accounts to express concern for her, encouraging her to speak out bout the bad things.
Other fans also chimed in, pushing the video to another peak of popularity.
This time, I won’t post daily videos of the twins. I want to see how she’ll wrap this up.
I quickly finished editing the prank video and logged into the backend of my account to post it.
Just as I finished writing the caption, a notification suddenly popped up on my phone.
I clicked to take a look and Immediately turned pale.
