My Boyfriend Faked His Death, So I Married Someone Else Chapter 10
Someone at the art exhibition filmed me getting hit. The video went online. Got some attention.
Some people felt bad for me.
Others recognized me and brought up the old story. Said I deserved it.
Kendra had built a perfect image online. Great at social media.
Charity work. Old money. High education. Pretty. Happy marriage.
She even had fans.
I scrolled through the comments. Watched her fans trash me. I felt nothing.
The guilt was gone.
Then I saw someone ask: [Does anyone know who Kendra’s husband is? She hides him so well. Must be someone important.]
A reply had a blurry photo from behind. Two people close together, sharing an umbrella.
[This was taken last year on her birthday. The guy next to her is probably her husband.]
[Wow. Tall, handsome, great style. She’s so lucky.]
[Ugh, don’t remind me. Her exhibition got crashed by some trash.]
I recognized Carter immediately.
How pathetic. Using everything for clout.
Kendra, is that your idea of art?
That night, Kendra’s fans dragged me to trending.
At the same time, I posted my video. The one I’d been working on for a long time.
In the video, I looked straight into the camera. “Hi. I’m Avery Cross.”
“I’m the other person in that story about the SATS genius who died getting his girlfriend a cake in a storm. I’ve been cyberbullied ever since. But here’s the truth: Carter Wells never died.”
“He’s alive. Successful. Married with a kid. And his artist wife is the same girl who bullied me in high school. She’s been milking that tragedy for sympathy.”
I laid out everything. All the evidence. What Kendra did to me.
Enough proof to back up every word.