I started a TikTok account to vlog my daily life with my boyfriend. Unexpectedly, a few of my videos went completely viral, and I became a well-known "couple goals" influencer across the internet. Later, to fulfill a request from my followers, I decided to do a live stream of me surprising my boyfriend for his birthday. When the apartment door opened, out walked a beautiful woman wrapped only in a towel. Her slender, pale fingers hooked the takeout bag I was holding, without even glancing at my face. "The delivery is here. Why are you still standing there?" 01 In the fraction of a second I stood there stunned, the woman firmly slammed the door shut in my face. The live chat was filled with so many expletives that the auto-mod filtered it down to a wall of asterisks and emojis. "Did my eyes just deceive me?!" "How is there a woman?! I'm ***!" "To be precise, it's a woman who just got out of the shower. This is absolutely *** insane!" The sheer magnitude of the shock left my brain buzzing. I looked up and double-checked the apartment number. The next second, I raised my fist and smashed the decorative wreath hanging on the door. "Who is it?" A familiar male voice approached the door from the inside. Moments later, the door swung inward, revealing a face I knew all too well. The man’s hair was dripping wet. He was shirtless, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. I stared in utter disappointment at Mason, standing inside the doorway. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. When he finally snapped out of it, he lunged to grab the deadbolt. But before he could even make his next move, I had already kicked the door hard. "You really are a toad chasing a swan—ugly as sin but playing the field like a pro. I spent hours making this birthday surprise, and you pull this crap on me?" "Chloe, listen, I can explain." "Explain what? Do you think I'm blind? If I came a minute later, would I have caught you trying to make the next generation?" My gaze swept past Mason, landing on the gift bag sitting on the entryway table. Inside was the result of my entire morning's work. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I shoved past him and aggressively ripped open the bag. Mason followed right behind me, still trying to make excuses. I simply picked up the cake and slammed it directly onto his head like a basketball dunk. "I made this cake from scratch! If I’d known, I wouldn't even feed it to a pig, let alone you!" 02 "Babe, what's going on?" A soft, breathy female voice drifted from the bedroom. The apartment instantly went dead silent. Mason avoided my eyes, looking completely humiliated. I let out a cold laugh. Holding the remains of the cake, I kicked the bedroom door open. The curvaceous woman from earlier, wearing nothing but a towel, was lying on the bed. A black silk blindfold covered her eyes, making it impossible for her to see who had just walked in. She changed her voice into a sickly-sweet, high-pitched whine: "Come here, babe." I slammed the rest of the cake right into her face: "Your daddy's here!" "Ahhh!" She shrieked, but because her hands were tied to the bedposts, she could only writhe helplessly. "Who the hell are you?!" "Guess who?" I said as I pressed the cake board down harder, not wanting to waste a single drop of frosting. "Chloe, you're dead! Let me go right now! Babe was right, you're nothing but a psycho bitch. This is a nightmare!" I burst out laughing, my laughter growing louder and more exaggerated by the second. "Trash belongs in the dumpster! You two are playing house now, but you’ll be pushing daisies tomorrow!" "Babe, help me!" the woman whimpered softly. I looked back and glared at Mason standing in the doorway. He was gripping the doorframe so hard his knuckles were white, trembling all over. Hmph. Useless. I pinched the woman’s chin and shoved another glob of frosting into her mouth. "Your 'babe' is currently having a seizure at the door. He can't even save himself, let alone you. Forget it." The woman continued to sob quietly, twisting her slender waist. "Babe..." "Are you a chicken laying an egg? Cluck, cluck, cluck? You're still doing that fake baby voice now? You can't even cry normally!" Mason couldn't watch anymore. "Stop it, Chloe. Mia is just a fragile girl. She can't handle you beating and cursing at her like this." 03 "Let's get one thing straight. I haven't laid a hand on her. You know I'm a straight shooter. I don't use my mouth to talk shit." I got off the bed, grabbed Mason's expensive suit jacket hanging nearby, and wiped my hands aggressively on it. He winced, sucking in a breath of air. "Chloe, that jacket cost a fortune..." "Is it worth more than your coffin?" I sneered. I bought this entire closet full of clothes for him, and now he's acting like he's the one who paid for it. As I turned to leave, I looked at the woman flopping like a dying fish on the bed and smiled coldly. "Sister, get your facts straight. This guy might look the part, but he's just a deadbeat loser who lives off women. You won't get a dime out of him." "Honestly, I could kick you both out right now, seeing as I pay the rent for this place—but considering you're a girl and probably embarrassed, I'll give you some time to pack." "What do you mean?" Mason chased after me, asking. I grabbed my phone. "It's 4:00 PM right now. I'm giving you half a day to move out. Otherwise, I'm calling a moving company to come tomorrow morning and literally throw you out on the street." With that, I slammed the door and left. My TikTok Live was an absolute madhouse. I had casually tossed my phone aside earlier to make it easier to deal with the "trash," but the audio was still broadcasting loud and clear. The moment I got physical, I knew everyone watching would think I was a violent, crazy bitch. But I couldn't just swallow that disrespect. Mason was my first love. He chased me for six months before I agreed to date him. I never really believed in love, but for him, I slowly let my guard down and started believing in romance. And this is what he repays me with? Not putting them both in the hospital was me showing restraint out of respect for our shared college history! Besides, I started this TikTok account to vlog our relationship. Now that I don't have a boyfriend, there's nothing left to vlog. I picked up my phone, feeling defeated, planning to announce that I was deleting the account. But to my surprise, the vibe in the live chat was completely different from what I expected. 04 "Chloe is a total badass!" "That cheater is disgusting! If Chloe hadn't lied about going on a business trip, who knows how long it would have taken to catch him!" "How does he still have the nerve to play the 'devoted boyfriend' card? Does he have no shame?" "Side note—did anyone else notice that Chloe's insults flowed like a rap verse?" "Yes, yes, yes! She didn't even stutter! I was amazed!" "..." The more I read, the quieter I got. Is the internet always this unhinged? They were even treating my comment section like a serialized novel: "You have to post updates! I'm living on your profile for the next few days!" After recovering from the shock, I took a deep breath and steadied my voice. "I apologize for making a scene in front of everyone. There won't be any updates on this situation." "I don't like lingering on toxic people. From now on, I won't have anything to do with Mason. If you want to unfollow, please feel free." After saying that, I ended the live stream. I assumed that most of my followers only subscribed for the cute couple content, so I figured they'd be gone by tomorrow. But I didn't know who recorded the live stream and posted it online. Now, a ton of people were sharing it like crazy, including several major drama channels on YouTube and TikTok. ...I went even more viral. ...I gained over a hundred thousand new followers. Mason and that woman, Mia, were getting absolutely roasted by the internet. Unable to handle the mental breakdown from the cyberbullying, he bombarded me with texts, called me, and even DMed me on Xbox Live begging for a truce, but I ignored all of it. Finally, clearly desperate, he used someone else's phone to call me. As soon as the call connected, he roared: "Chloe, fine! Since you don't care about our history at all, I'm not holding back either!" 05 After dropping that threat, Mason went completely radio silent, like he had dropped off the face of the earth. I didn't take his threat seriously at all. But that night, several major drama channels simultaneously posted an "exclusive." They claimed the live-streamed cheating scandal was all my evil scheme. The reason was simple. "Chloe and Mason's relationship broke down a long time ago. Mason wanted an amicable breakup, but Chloe wanted to keep milking the 'couple goals' clout." "To keep her followers, Chloe orchestrated this whole drama." "She's using the internet as a weapon! Don't let her manipulate you!" Hilarious. I cursed Mason eight hundred times in my head. Classic journalism major—he really knows how to spin a narrative. But he forgot one thing: I, Chloe, am not someone who takes shit lying down. I used my main account to repost the drama channel's article, slapped a question mark on it, and went straight for the jugular in the comments. "When did our relationship break down? Are you psychic? Do you sleep under my bed?" "And me milking the clout? If you watched the live stream, you wouldn't be saying that, would you?" "Defending a cheater? Does your sympathy only apply to bottom-feeders?" It didn't take long for the drama channel to reply with a string of ellipses. The internet bystanders were buzzing again. "I've always hated these drama channels! Well said!" "LMAO, I thought the people running these drama accounts were bots. Turns out they actually reply." "Mason really wasted his money on this PR stunt. It didn't do shit." 06 Annoyed by Mason's pathetic tactics, I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. I felt like, for a long time, dating him had been like carrying around a trash bag with a hole in it. The bag smelled like garbage every now and then, but I got so used to it that I didn't even notice. Until one day, I accidentally ripped the hole wider, and the stench hit me square in the face. Only then did I realize that a bag holding garbage is just garbage itself. I actually dated a piece of garbage. Thinking about this, a knot formed in my chest. Since I couldn't sleep anyway, I went ahead and booked a deep-cleaning service for 7:00 AM the next morning. The next day, I met the cleaning crew on time and led them to the apartment. I stuck my key in the lock, turned it twice, but the door wouldn't open. Seriously? He hasn't left yet? The twelve-hour deadline was long gone. Is he waiting for me to call the coroner to pack up his body? Since the door wouldn't open, I led the cleaning crew around to the window outside the master bedroom. Unfortunately for them, the sounds of a "morning workout" were drifting out of the open window. The cleaning crew exchanged awkward glances. "Uh..." I told them to stand back and tried to push the window open. I didn't expect that idiot Mason to actually leave it unlocked. A woman's scream erupted from the room: "Ah! Babe, she's back!" Mason looked over, and upon realizing it was me, immediately yanked the blanket up. "Chloe, are you a psychopath?!" I sneered, picked up the power washer the crew had brought, and started blasting water into the room like a maniac. "Stop sleeping in the bed I bought! Get the hell out!" 07 After kicking out the pathetic, soaking-wet Mason and Mia, I had the cleaning crew scrub the apartment from top to bottom. Then, I contacted the landlord to terminate the lease. Everything happened so fast that I hadn't even had time to unmatch with Mason on Tinder or block his number. Now was the perfect time to send him the bill. "I signed a 3-month lease for this place. I lived here for less than 10 days, so let's round that up to half a month. Please reimburse me for two and a half months of rent." Mason: "?" "Is my request unreasonable?" When I hit send, a red exclamation point appeared next to my message. Mason actually blocked me first. Did he think I was out of options just because he blocked me? Initially, I only wanted two and a half months' rent. Now, he was going to have to pay me back for utilities too. But before I could contact him again, he actually had the audacity to send me a cease and desist letter. The lawyer who called me sounded very stern: "Ms. Chloe, correct? My client, Mr. Mason, has retained me to recover half of the earnings from your joint social media account." "Joint account?" "Yes, the account you used to document your daily relationship." I felt physically sick. "How does he have the nerve to ask for that?" From filming to editing, I ran that account entirely by myself. Every time I needed him to appear on camera, I had to buy him gifts and take him out to dinner. "But your account documents your daily relationship. Could you, Ms. Chloe, have a relationship all by yourself?" "Not only can I have a relationship all by myself, but I can also undergo mitosis and reproduce asexually." "..." The lawyer fell silent for a moment. "Since you are speaking nonsense, refusing to listen to reason, and insisting on having your way, then wait to receive a summons from the court." I sneered. Are you trying to scare me with legal jargon? "What's your last name?" I asked the lawyer. "My last name is Davis." "Listen to me, Davis—" I briefly summarized the entire situation, then warned him, "Mason doesn't have a single honest bone in his body. Don't let him drag you down with him." Before he could respond, I added, "And from what I know, lawyers only get more cases if they have a high win rate, right?" "Yes, and?" "And so I'm laying it out for you right now. With the evidence I currently have, if this actually goes to trial, you won't have a single chance of winning." I said coldly. "A person shouldn't try to make dirty money. If you dare to defend a cheater, I'll make sure your reputation is ruined, and you'll go from a hotshot lawyer to an ambulance chaser."
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