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    Meanwhile, Christina sat at herputer, setting up a new Twitter ount.


    The hate train against her had already been rolling full speed—people calling her a homewrecker, a kept woman, a gold-digger…


    And now, thanks to two lying cowards twisting the story, things had gotten even uglier. They’d conveniently left out the part where they were arrested. They also ignored the fact that the car she drove was worth a fortune and the repair quote had been right on the mark. Instead, they just posted photos of the car, lettingizens assume it was some beat-up junker, and, of course, the inte mob went wild.


    “She has no shame! That trashy car needs a million in repairs? Give me a break.”


    “Homewreckers should be crushed. Who does she think she is—above thew because of some sugar daddy?”


    “Who’s backing her? Let’s take down her sugar daddy’spany. Wreck them both.”


    Christina scrolled through thements. Each one was nastier than thest, with likes in the hundreds of thousands. Some mocked her silence, calling her a coward for not speaking up. But even if she stayed silent, it wouldn’t have made a difference. They wanted blood. They wouldn’t stop until both she and the so-called “sugar daddy” were ruined.


    A slow, dangerous smile crept onto her face. The two lying cowards probably thought she was just some meek woman, scared to fight back. Too bad for them—they’d picked the wrong woman to mess with.


    Christina uploaded pictures of the car, along with its purchase receipt and insurance policy to prove its real value. She blurred out all sensitive details and casually tagged the two cowards’ social media ounts.


    It didn’t take long for the post to blow up. But most of thements were still full of hate, calling her shameless andbeling her a homewrecker.


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    “That proof must be fake! Who are you going to believe—me or the mistress?”


    “She forged it for sure. No mistress tells the truth. She’s just trying to cover up her lies.”


    “You expect us to believe that car is worth nearly ten million? What a joke! It should be worth thirty thousand or so, at most. My friend has the same one, just in a different color. He paid a little over thirty grand! Report her for fraud! Let thew deal with her!”


    “This woman is hrious. First, she hides like a coward. Then, shees out swinging with this nonsense. Nine million for that junk? She’s clearly trying to scam someone.”


    Christina scrolled through the topments without flinching. Then, she stood up calmly and walked off to make herself a cup of coffee. By the time she returned, coffee in hand and a small te of dessert, the hate had only gotten worse. Likes on the meanestments had shot up into the tens of thousands. The insults continued to pour in under her post.


    Still unfazed, Christina took a slow sip of her coffee. The aroma was deep and warm, with a smooth, sweet finish. Simply perfect.


    She took a bite of dessert, enjoying the crisp crunch and rich vor. It melted in her mouth like springtime flowers blooming—light, fragrant, and sweet.


    After finishing her snack, she looked back at her screen. The two lying cowards had finally shown up. Her lips curved into a slight smile. Perfect timing. She posted another update, this time dropping the real bomb—proof of the two cowards’ detention. She tagged the Dorfield Police Department and the official insurancepany ount.


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