My twin sister, an influencer desperate for a comeback, abused me in my hospital bed and filmed it all. She pretended the footage was of her to milk sympathy from her followers. She ended up making bank, but wouldn't spend a dime on my treatment. Then, afraid I'd expose her, she smothered me with a pillow. Next thing I know, I wake up. Back on the day her video went viral. This time, I’ll make sure she’s ruined, disgraced, and doesn't scam a single cent. 1 Overnight, the video of me lying helpless in a hospital bed blew up. Mom stared at the like count, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Get more footage, film more! This could go huge!" Then, feigning concern, "Hmm, maybe it's not tragic enough. Needs more punch to really go viral." She shook her head sadly, then looked straight at me, her eyes practically glowing. "Jessica, honey, you need to tough it out for your sister's career. Remember how you hogged all the nutrients in the womb? Payback time." Mom ripped at my hospital gown, pinching my skin hard. My body was already a canvas of black and blue marks. Her nails dug into my flesh, twisting and pressing brutally. The higher the likes climbed, the harder she hurt me. To craft an even more 'authentic' image, Ashley even used a lit cigarette to burn the skin around my IV sites. My hands clenched in pain, my whole body started shaking. Ashley couldn't stand any resistance. Her slaps rained down on me. Harder each time. "You owe me this, Jessica." My frail, sick body couldn't take it. Blood started trickling from the corner of my mouth. They filmed me like this, then carefully arranged the blankets to hide the worst of the bruises before posting. Sure enough, a few hours later, it exploded. Top trending topic. People online rushed to donate money for 'my' medical bills. Ashley, rolling in the dough, panicked that I’d spill the beans. She pressed a pillow over my face, her hands clamping tight around my neck. She suffocated me. Just like that. Before I blacked out, I saw Mom patting Ashley’s shoulder. "It's okay, honey, it's okay. She was just paying you back, like she should." Mom's words were like daggers, slicing me up piece by piece. My body died. But my heart? That died the day I realized Mom would always choose Ashley. 2 When I opened my eyes again, I was back. The day the video went viral. This time, I didn't fight back against their abuse. I even 'helpfully' suggested they buy some engagement, boost the post to hit the trending topics. "I'm gonna be famous! I'm gonna be famous! Hahahaha!" Ashley danced around the hospital room like a lunatic. I watched her pathetic little jig, my face cold. The higher you climb, the harder you fall. This time, she'd shatter. Fueled by Ashley and Mom's promotion, the video shot to number one on the trending list. Then came the shriek that filled the room. "How?! How could they know? How did they find out the truth?!" Ashley's face twisted into an ugly mask. She crouched down, clawing at her hair. Mom just collapsed onto a chair, eyes vacant, looking like she’d aged ten years in an instant. A small smile played on my lips. I picked up my phone and scrolled through the storm of online hate directed at them. "God, she's so ugly and shameless. People will do anything for money." "Ugh, using her sick sister to scam people? She deserves the worst." "So disgusting. I actually felt sorry for her and donated quite a bit. What a lowlife bitch." ... The online sentiment flipped overnight. Sympathy turned to venom. The virtual spit almost drowned Ashley. She had no choice but to delete all her accounts. Hiding behind her screen like the coward she was. Suddenly, Ashley glared at me, pure malice in her eyes. She lunged. "It was you, wasn't it?! You ruined me! Jessica, I'm gonna kill you!" Before her fist could land, a doctor rushed in and escorted her out. Seeing Ashley losing her mind, pacing frantically, felt unbelievably satisfying. Sweet, sweet justice. 3 The night the video first exploded, I begged every doctor and nurse I could find. Tears streaming, I described the hell I was living through. How my mother and sister were using my illness to scam people online. The medical staff listened, horrified and heartbroken. They all stepped up, offering to testify for me. And thanks to Ashley spending money to boost the post? There was no way she could spin this now. The truth was out there, amplified. My medical bills got covered by genuine donations from strangers who heard the real story. After I recovered, I found a decent job. It wasn't long before Mom showed up, demanding money. Apparently, Ashley had gotten pregnant by some guy who'd recently struck it rich. His family demanded a $100,000 'dowry' from them before they'd let Ashley marry him. "Your sister's about to marry into wealth! As her sister, you should contribute." Mom grabbed at my clothes, her hand reaching for my pocket. Her entitlement was almost comical. "Anyone with eyes can see that family's just trying to scam you. Only idiots like you would actually fall for it and offer to pay them." Mom raised her hand to slap me. "It's a test! They're testing our sincerity! Once she's married, she'll be living in luxury!" I shook my head, catching her wrist and shoving her hand away forcefully. "I'm not giving you a single penny. If she wants to marry him that badly, take out a loan." Mom pointed a shaking finger at me, unleashing a torrent of abuse. "You ungrateful brat! You worthless snake! I regret the day you were born!" She started throwing a full-blown tantrum right there on the street, wailing and rolling around. Passersby started gathering, whispering among themselves. "Wow, that daughter's heartless. Look how desperate her poor mother is." Seeing she had an audience, Mom doubled down. She grabbed my legs and actually knelt, begging. I didn't get angry. I laughed. Then I pulled out my phone and played the video clip of the doctor testifying about the abuse. The crowd, always eager for drama, immediately turned on Mom. "That old woman has no shame! I've seen it all today." Someone actually spat near her, another threw some wilted vegetable scraps they were carrying. Realizing her act was busted, Mom scrambled up, brushing off the garbage. She started yelling obscenities at the onlookers. I couldn't stand watching her shrewish display. "Stop embarrassing yourself. I'm out of here." I walked away, leaving her shrieking curses behind me. All I wanted now was to make them pay for everything they'd done. 4 To marry the rich guy, Ashley actually mortgaged the house. Of course, Kevin's family looked down on Mom and refused to let her move in with them anyway. So Mom ended up renting a cheap, run-down apartment. She really went all-in, hoping for that big payoff. Betting the farm to catch the golden goose. Heh. Her calculations were useless, though. Nobody seemed to realize that Kevin, Ashley's fiancé, was a violent abuser, and his mother was obsessed with having grandsons. I'd found all this out as soon as Mom came asking for money. But warn Ashley? Hell no. I was perfectly happy to watch from the sidelines. Seeing them tear each other apart like rabid dogs was exactly what I wanted. In fact, Mom mortgaging the house? I might have subtly… nudged things along. Ashley's pregnancy progressed. But Kevin's family wouldn't let her move in until they saw the cash. Mom liquidated every asset she could find. Still couldn't scrape together the full amount. We were never well-off, and Mom clung to every penny. The house originally belonged to Dad. Mom fought for it and got it in the divorce. My few memories of Dad were of a kind man. He couldn't stand Mom's constant nitpicking and greed, so he left. He died in a car accident not long after. Mom was desperate for the money, afraid the growing baby bump would start gossip. Seeing her so frantic, I decided to 'help' her out. I happened to have a friend in real estate. With a little maneuvering, we arranged for the house title to be transferred... to me. Mom wouldn't have any assets left to leverage in the future. And it wasn't like Kevin's family were decent people who'd ever give her money back. Looking at the deed in my hand. I could only imagine the fireworks when Ashley and Mom found out. 5 The day Mom moved into the cheap rental. The neighbors were already calling her and Ashley crazy. Mom screamed right back at them. "You're just jealous! When Ashley marries him, I'll be rolling in cash!" She had such a twisted way of thinking. Selling her daughter, practically, but framing it like some brilliant investment. Watching her puffed-up arrogance. I smirked. She had no idea the house was already mine. After the wedding, Ashley flooded her social media with posts. Showing off her 'perfect' life. March 15th Hubby bought me roses today! Loving him more every day <3 March 16th Baby kicked today! Hubby got me my favorite dessert! #blessed March 17th Mother-in-law made me delicious porridge this morning! ... Post after post designed to make everyone envious. The comment section was full of praise. I just scrolled past, smiling faintly. I focused on my job, worked hard, and eventually got a promotion and a raise. When Ashley showed up, heavily pregnant, to gloat, I found it genuinely funny. "Jessica, you'll never be on my level. I'm a rich man's wife now, and you're just a pathetic wage slave." Mom chimed in, putting on airs. "Jessica, learn from your sister! Find a rich man to take care of me, so I don't have to worry about supporting you later." Watching them perform their little duet. Like gorillas in a zoo exhibit. Hilarious. "Yeah, I guess I'm just not cut out for relying on a man. I can support myself just fine." I raised an eyebrow. My words hit Ashley like a slap. She'd dropped out of school years ago, obsessed with becoming an influencer. Not only did her 'career' fizzle out fast, but she lived off Mom's meager savings. Men weren't reliable. Abusive men definitely weren't reliable. All the manufactured happiness shattered after Ashley gave birth… to a daughter. The social media updates stopped abruptly. Clear proof that Ashley's life was anything but rosy. And that was exactly the outcome I'd been waiting for. 6 On Ashley's daughter Tiffany's birthday. Mom insisted I come over for dinner. I went, purely for the entertainment value. Mom was slaving away in the kitchen. Ashley was trying to soothe a wailing Tiffany. Kevin, meanwhile, sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone, looking thoroughly annoyed. "Can you shut that kid up? God, the crying is driving me crazy." Kevin snapped, his temper clearly short. The couple started arguing. "Why don't you try comforting her for once? Always glued to your phone. Probably texting other women behind my back." Maybe she hit a nerve, or maybe he just hated being contradicted. Kevin backhanded Ashley across the face. Hard. His mother, Ashley's mother-in-law, chimed in from the sidelines, dripping condescension. "Ashley, know your place. You married into our family, you need to learn some damn manners." I watched the whole disgusting scene unfold, detached. It confirmed everything: Kevin was abusive, his mom only cared about grandsons. I slipped into the kitchen, pretending to help Mom, just to get away from the 'main event'. "Mom," I whispered conspiratorially, "Looks like Kevin and Ashley are fighting out there. I think Ashley actually slapped Kevin." Mom heard her precious 'golden goose' might have been slapped? She lost it instantly. She slammed down her spatula and stormed out, grabbing Ashley.
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