After being blacklisted online due to a plagiarism scandal, I publicly announced my retirement from writing. My boyfriend, who had just been indignantly condemning me, froze. "What are you doing? Didn't you say you still have a lot of debt to pay off?" His childhood sweetheart, the "victim" of the plagiarism incident, also panicked. "Vivian, you don't need to punish yourself like this. I'm willing to give you a chance to start over." Looking at the frantically flashing camera flashes below the stage, my expression didn't waver. In my previous life, these two humiliated me while secretly working together to steal my creative work. In the end, the words I painstakingly wrote built Chloe's reputation as a genius writer. Given a second chance, I directly deleted the pen name I had used for six years. I've had enough of squeezing into a tiny apartment. It's time to go home and inherit the family fortune. As for Chloe, let's see how you finish the remaining half of the book. 01 "Ms. Vance, you keep claiming you'll produce evidence to prove you didn't plagiarize, so where is it?" "As a former reader of yours, I really don't want to believe you'd do something like this. Did you actually write your previous works yourself?" Faced with countless microphones thrust towards me, I was stunned for a moment, and then my heart started beating violently. I was reborn. Reborn on the day I held a press conference to prove my innocence. In my previous life, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart plagiarized a novel based on my own unrequited love story. On the day of its initial release, it shot to the top of the website's charts, creating a best-selling myth in the young adult romance genre. After being shared by major influencers, countless netizens cried out that it was a tearjerker. I originally wanted to show my original drafts as proof. But unexpectedly, my files were wiped clean on the day of the press conference, leaving no trace. I experienced unprecedented cyberbullying, receiving funeral wreaths, black-and-white photos of myself, and terrifying packages from all over the country every day. I gritted my teeth and continued writing, but was ultimately tracked down by a rabid anti-fan and stabbed to death. Right now, I merely hesitated for a moment, and my good boyfriend of three years, Sean, couldn't help but launch a passionate attack. "Vivian, if you claim Chloe is slandering you, then show the evidence! Don't just make empty accusations and throw dirty water on people!" He glared at me angrily, but a flash of smugness crossed his eyes. Of course, how could he not know what was in my folders? What he wanted was to ruin my reputation and make Chloe the new generation's most popular author. I lowered my eyes, picked up my laptop, and walked to the projection stand. Boot up, screen cast. The next second, under everyone's shocked gaze, I deleted the pen name I had used for six years. Sean and Chloe immediately stood up. I spoke coldly: "Everyone, I have been wronged today, and my evidence has been destroyed by someone with ulterior motives, making it difficult for me to defend myself. "This pen name is void from today. I am sealing my pen and will never set foot in the web novel circle again!" 02 After speaking, I grabbed my laptop and was about to leave when Sean rushed in front of me like a speeding bullet to block my way. "What are you doing? Didn't you say you still have a lot of debt to pay off? "You think you can just stop writing because you say so? Didn't you say every day that writing is your biggest dream?" Chloe also panicked. She walked over, tears welling up in her eyes. "Vivian, you don't need to punish yourself like this. I'm willing to give you a chance to start over." I sneered as I watched the two of them perform. The next second, Chloe suddenly bit her lip and knelt down to me right there! "Vivian, I beg you, please don't leave the industry over this little thing. Your readers will definitely not let me off! "I can delete all the information and pretend none of this happened. If you leave the industry, my sin will be too great. I won't write anymore either..." The sound of camera shutters instantly focused on her. My former top-tier editor couldn't help but walk over to pull her up. "Chloe, what are you saying? Why are you kneeling to a plagiarist? "She brought this upon herself. You just signed a top-tier contract with the company. Don't forget, there's still work to be done." I was too lazy to stay here and be attacked, so I simply left the scene. To avoid being mobbed by reporters, I specifically took a detour and took a taxi back to my apartment from the back door. On the way back, my Twitter notifications kept popping up. I clicked open and found that four of the top ten trending topics were about me. #VivianVancePlagiarism# #VivianVanceChloe# #ChloeForcedToKneel# #ChloeGhostwriter# Crazed marketing accounts denied all the works I had ever created. They claimed I stole Chloe's ideas and threatened her to be my ghostwriter. The comments under my Twitter were a chorus of curses. [Damn, this is so disgusting. I actually became a fan of a plagiarizing dog.] [I watched the live broadcast of the press conference. Vivian Vance was speechless when confronted, and she even forced Chloe to kneel at the end!] [Good thing you know your place and decided to retire, otherwise I'd ruin you!] [Even her own boyfriend stood up to point the finger at her. Vivian Vance, what exactly have you done?] [I bet she just grabbed enough cash and ran. I support Chloe suing her until the end!] My private messages were completely filled with foul language. In contrast, Chloe's Twitter follower count was skyrocketing, and the comments below were all heartwarming encouragement. I left a comment. [Then I wish you can continue updating daily and finish the second half, don't disappoint the readers.] I knew I didn't have many unpublished drafts left. Chloe was too anxious, worried that I would publish the story before she finished hoarding drafts, so she decided to strike first. But she couldn't possibly complete the foreshadowing and easter eggs I had buried earlier. Exposing her was only a matter of time. 03 I returned to my rented apartment. A 900-square-foot place, neither big nor small, warmly and comfortably decorated by me. On the old walls were photos arranged in the shape of a heart. Photos of Sean and me. Except every single one was secretly taken by me and developed. He never agreed to take a photo with me. He also refused to post about me on his social media, and on anniversaries, he would purposely give me the silent treatment and disappear. Over the years, I paid the rent and utilities, and I basically covered the costs of eating out and shopping. I immediately contacted the landlord to terminate the lease, bearing the pressure of paying the penalty fee. I threw away what needed to be thrown away and packed up as quickly as possible. Just as I was busy working, there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and found Sean and Chloe. "Vivian, are you moving?" As soon as Chloe entered, she hypocritically held my hand. I pulled my hand out with a cold face. Sean looked at me coldly, the disdain between his brows obvious. "Moving? As far as I know, her dad died of an illness a long time ago. All the money she worked so hard to earn from writing over the years went to pay off her dad's medical debts. "She probably aches over the $2,000 monthly rent for this place. If she moves, she can only afford those shabby, single-room dorms." I looked at him expressionlessly: "What do you want?" Sean spoke with disgust: "Apologize to Chloe and publicly admit that you plagiarized." 04 My eyebrow twitched. Are those the words of a human being? I angrily questioned him: "Sean, don't you know the truth? You've lived off me all these years. Where do you get the nerve to say such things now?" Sean's expression didn't soften in the slightest. He spoke righteously. "Because you are an unemployed vagrant with no parents, while Chloe has been the princess surrounded by stars since she was in school. I will help her get whatever she wants. "You probably don't know, but Chloe's parents are middle school teachers. She is a thousand times better than you in every way." The boyfriend I had been in love with since college was now attacking me with the most vicious words. He only knew that I came from a single-parent family and moved out because of disagreements with my mother. But he didn't know that my mother was the head of the Asia-Pacific region for a multinational conglomerate. My father left us an inheritance worth nine figures when he passed away. It's fair to say that if I hadn't chosen to stay here to escape inheriting the family business. I would be someone Sean could never reach in his entire life. Seeing my silence, Sean thought his attack had worked and continued with a sneer. "Some people are born princesses, while others, no matter how hard they try, are just maids who can't see the light of day. "If I were you, I would leave with my tail between my legs right now and leave everything here for Chloe. "What are you standing there for? Log onto Twitter immediately and publicly apologize to Chloe, otherwise don't blame me for not holding back—" However, the next second, I raised my hand and gave Sean a solid slap across the face. I slapped him so hard that Sean's face turned to the side. His eyes widened, and the whites of his eyes immediately filled with bloodshot veins. "Vivian, you dare hit me?" Chloe screamed and immediately took two steps back to pull out her phone to record. However, I knocked her phone away first, grabbed a suitcase, and smashed it into both of them, pushing them aside. I frantically vented my resentment, smashing whatever was at hand. Anyway, I didn't plan on taking anything with me. "Since you like my things so much, I'll reward them all to you!" The surroundings were a mess, everything in sight shattered by me. I pulled open the door and strode out of the place I had called home for three years. 05 I called my mom. We hadn't contacted each other for years, but when I dialed her number, she picked up immediately. In that instant, my tears flowed uncontrollably. In my previous life, from the time I graduated from college and left in a fit of pique until the moment I was murdered, I never got to speak a single word to my mother. I couldn't imagine how heartbroken she must have been hearing the news of my death. This time, I just want to willingly be my mother's little dependent. "...Just come home, just come home." My mother's voice trembled continuously, until in the end, she could only repeat those three words. Soon, I boarded a flight back to New York. Before boarding, I glanced at Twitter and saw that Chloe had hypocritically posted another tweet. [Sorry everyone, I'm taking a break from writing for a while. The recent events have left me feeling a bit overwhelmed, and Vivian is also a senior I've always respected. I want to take some time off to adjust myself.] And my former editor, Fiona, who used to show me the utmost care, quickly retweeted this post. [Fans, please give Chloe some time to produce even better work. Next month we will host a fan meet-and-greet event in New York, everyone is welcome to attend!] It was obvious they were trying to build Chloe into a highly marketable author. I sighed, turned off my phone, and fell into a deep sleep. When I got off the plane, my mom had already brought a driver and bodyguards in a Rolls-Royce to pick me up. She said she had heard about my situation and was preparing to have her friends handle the PR while contacting lawyers to file a lawsuit. "We will pursue this matter to the end. I will absolutely not let my precious daughter suffer any grievances." I lay in my mother's arms. Her hand continuously stroked my back, her chin gently resting on my forehead. In the car were various exquisite dishes and my favorite drinks from the past. My mom was afraid I would be hungry and started preparing the moment she received my call. I hugged my mom tightly. "Don't worry, Mom, there's no need to go to so much trouble." I smiled and said, "Very soon, the real plagiarist will reap what she sows."
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