My assistant was supposed to post my retirement statement, but in her panic, she accidentally uploaded my "End-of-Year Private Summary." In the forty-five seconds before she could delete it, my anti-fans had already taken screenshots. They sliced up my summary, mocking me line by line, tearing into me like starving wolves. But as they cursed at me, the people behind the screens suddenly started to cry. Because the very first sentence of the third paragraph read: "The chemo hurts so much. Grandma, I don't think I can hold on anymore." 01 Half a year had passed, and I was trending again thanks to my anti-fans. I honestly didn't expect it. The speed of internet trolls these days was terrifying. From the moment my assistant, Maddie, realized the mistake to the moment she deleted it, only forty-five seconds had passed. But in that brief window, the haters had captured the entire summary. They even paid gossip accounts to boost the traffic, grandly announcing they would dissect my summary word by word to publicly execute me. I found it all quite meaningless. I didn't want to waste my time explaining anything to them. But seeing Maddie crying her eyes out in the hospital room, hiccuping as she blamed herself, I changed my mind. I suddenly wanted to explain myself, just this last time. So, I logged into my main account and sent a direct message to my biggest anti-fan, "Sweetie Pie Crunch," an account with over 260,000 followers. Suppressing all my emotions, I patiently explained what happened. But her hostility towards me was deeply rooted. Even when I told her Maddie had accidentally posted my year-end summary instead of my cancer retirement statement, she just replied with a rolling-eyes emoji. Then came a text dripping with sarcasm: [Making such a scene, you just want to grab the year-end headlines, right? Well, we’re helping you go viral now. Aren't you thrilled? Elena, pretending to have cancer is so last season! Someone as full of lies as you, I'll make sure everyone sees your true colors!] 02 Sweetie Pie Crunch blocked me. Then, she posted screenshots of our chat, vowing to cyberbully me until I quit the entertainment industry forever. In less than half an hour, the hashtag #ElenaFakesCancer shot to number one on the trending list. Even my own fans started to doubt me, wondering if I was really faking an illness for clout. Looking at those comments, I took a deep breath. Originally, I just wanted to hide this from my family and pass away quietly. But now, it was a massive spectacle. My manager, Sarah, told me I had to inform Nathaniel and the Sterling family. After all, when I'm gone, a family member needs to sign the cremation papers. But before I could even open my contacts, my husband Nathaniel’s call came through. His tone was as freezing as ever, laced with fury: "Elena, you did this on purpose, didn't you? You knew Chloe's new show premieres tonight and she needs that number one trending spot. How could you use such a despicable trick to steal her thunder!" I let out a bitter laugh. Nathaniel was my husband, but he only ever had eyes for Chloe. Soon, Chloe's sickly-sweet, ever-so-forgiving voice echoed from his end of the line. "Nate, don't yell at Elena. She hasn't had any projects or exposure for half a year; it’s human nature to take desperate measures. "It's fine, I won't hold it against her. After all, as her older sister, I always feel like I owe her." Chloe was my biological older sister. When we were little, just to steal my limited-edition Barbie doll, she deliberately abandoned seven-year-old me at an amusement park. I was kidnapped by traffickers and sold to a remote, impoverished village deep in the Appalachian Mountains, where I lived like livestock for twelve years. The very first day I was brought back to the Sterling family, I told everyone the truth about what happened back then. But no one wanted to believe that the elegant, highly-educated Chloe could do such a thing. Instead, because of my hillbilly accent and the deep-seated insecurities bred from growing up in the wild, they treated me like a pathological liar. In the beginning, I tried to please them. I tried to fit in. But no matter what I did or said, they thought I was playing manipulative games to bully Chloe. Just like right now. "Elena, the biggest regret of my life is marrying you to protect Chloe's reputation!" Nathaniel's voice returned, delivering an ultimatum dripping with disgust: "I refuse to let this mistake continue, and I won't let Chloe suffer anymore! Next Wednesday, we are getting a divorce!" 03 Next Wednesday, huh. I glanced at the calendar. What a coincidence. I wasn't going to live to see next Wednesday. "No need to wait until Wednesday. I'll have my assistant drop off the divorce papers tomorrow. Sign them, and it's done." I finished speaking and hung up. My direct messages were blowing up again. Sweetie Pie Crunch had just leaked the first paragraph of my summary. This summary was Sarah's idea. I originally wanted to write a suicide note, but she said the word "will" or "note" would break her. She begged me to write it as an "End-of-Year Summary" to give her the illusion that I'd still be around to write one next year. So, I just chronicled a few things that deeply affected me this year. The paragraph the haters posted read: [February 10th, my birthday. Mom and Dad gave the massive three-tier cake to Chloe, and handed me the tiniest mango cupcake. They looked at me with bright eyes, saying they hoped Chloe and Nathaniel could get back together. I looked at Nathaniel, who didn't seem to think anything was wrong with this, and I couldn't control myself. I smashed the cupcake on the floor. I told myself, once I find the evidence of what happened back then, I'll make them all regret it.] The haters' magnifying glasses zeroed in on the cake. They swarmed the comments under the post: [Elena is so dramatic. Holding a grudge over a piece of cake? Look at Chloe, she never complains about stuff like this!] [They gave you a small piece for your diet! Look at you, an actress who's swollen like a pig!] [Reading this just makes my heart ache for Chloe! Elena is such a flop. She's been trying to steal Chloe's things since they were kids!] Unexpectedly, amidst the chaos, Sweetie Pie Crunch sent me another DM. She asked: [Elena, did you smash the cake because they completely forgot you're severely allergic to mangoes?] I replied with a simple: [Yes.] As a professional anti-fan who studied my every move, of course she knew my allergies. She texted back: [Then why didn't you write that clearly in your summary? Why not let the internet know you did it because your closest family forgot your allergy?] Write it clearly? This summary was meant for the people who actually cared about me. Those who truly understand me don't need explanations. And those who refuse to understand me, like the Sterlings and Nathaniel—even if I explained it a million times, they would just think I was acting. I didn't bother discussing it with her. She stayed quiet for a few minutes, then sent another message: [Fine, I won't use the first paragraph to drag you. But the rest of it? You can never wash that clean!] She didn't know that I never intended to wash anything clean. 04 Two minutes later, she released the second screenshot. She specifically added mocking emojis and enlarged the text. I clicked on the image. My own words stared back at me: [In May, Chloe and I were on the same movie set. Her leading role was bought and paid for by the Sterling family. The director didn't dare cross her, but I did. At the wrap party, I slapped her across the face. I don't regret it. If she pulls that stunt again, I still won't let her off.] That night, Chloe slipped a drug into my drink, trying to send me to a sleazy producer's hotel room to film a sex tape and destroy my career. Her assistant, Hannah, had a sudden attack of conscience and warned me. Furious, Chloe fired Hannah on the spot and had her bodyguards break one of Hannah's arms. I slapped Chloe in the hotel lobby to get justice for Hannah. Paparazzi caught the moment, and it made front-page news. The next day, Nathaniel and the Sterling family publicly backed Chloe, leading the entire internet to cyberbully me. Surrounded and harassed by extreme fans, I was pushed, hit my head, and fainted. I was rushed to the hospital. That was the day I was diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer. Actually, I had begged my family to get tested for a bone marrow match, hoping for a miracle. But they just looked at me with disgust. "Do you really think faking a terminal illness will make us forgive you for what you did to Chloe? Let me tell you, unless you actually drop dead, we won't believe a word you say!" "Chloe even stepped aside so you could marry Nathaniel! What more do you want? Why must you torture her?" They didn't just curse at me. To avenge Chloe, they pushed me hard. I fell down a flight of stairs. Thanks to them, my internal bleeding worsened an already hopeless condition. From that day on, I moved into the hospital and never asked them for help again. I just endured the chemo, quietly preparing to say goodbye to this world. 05 The second screenshot caused an even bigger uproar. Chloe's fans dug up photos of my slap from May as "evidence." Right on cue, Chloe posted an update on her socials: [Elena, I'm sorry. It's my fault for not caring enough about you, which is why you can't let the past go. But a new year is coming. Let's turn the page. I'm your big sister, I won't hold grudges. Come find me tomorrow night, I'll bring you on my New Year's livestream to help you get some traffic.] Her "kindness" made my "violence" look utterly demonic. The public lined up to spit on me online. Some even tagged the police, demanding I be locked up for assault. Nathaniel's second call came right then. "Elena, what the hell is wrong with you?" he growled. "I deeply regret ever having feelings for you. A vicious, cheap woman like you makes me sick just by breathing." Oh, so he did have feelings for me once. But two years ago, when he got drunk and slept with me, he claimed I was just a stand-in for Chloe, just a meaningless release. The line went silent for a moment. Then, he sighed with profound regret. "Honestly, I wish they never found you. You ruined the peaceful lives we were meant to have." My heart shattered, dying completely in my chest. I hadn't cried through all my rounds of chemo, but I cried now. I wanted to scream: Then who ruined MY peaceful life?! Just then, Maddie burst into the room. "Elena! Look at Twitter! Something huge just dropped!" Nathaniel heard her over the phone and immediately flew into a rage. "What did you do to Chloe this time?! Do you want me to have the lawyers finalize the divorce tonight?!" 06 I wanted to answer, but my nose started bleeding again. I pinched the bridge of my nose, leaning forward, and spoke weakly into the receiver. "Nathaniel, look at the internet yourself. My nose is bleeding. I feel sick. I don't want to talk anymore." He let out a cruel sneer. "Elena, you are pathetic! Chloe gets a nosebleed from the dry weather, so you fake one too? Take a look in the mirror! A wild bird from the mountains could never compare to a swan like Chloe!" Pathetic? I remembered the day I moved out of the mansion. Both Chloe and I happened to get nosebleeds at the same time. I had just told them I had cancer, that bleeding could be fatal for me. But Nathaniel didn't even look at his wife. He scooped up Chloe, panicking like a frightened child over a minor dry-weather bleed. When I confronted him through my pain, he accused me of imitating Chloe to steal attention. He had even smirked and cursed me: "It would be best if you actually did get cancer and died. Then nobody would compete with Chloe." Well, his wish came true. The wild bird was dying. "Speak!" his voice dragged me back to reality. "Are you bullying Chloe again? Are you forcing me to send the lawyers now?" I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly. "No need." 07 I prepared the divorce papers half a year ago. I wouldn't waste his lawyer's time. And I wouldn't wait until tomorrow. Right now, I'll have Maddie deliver them. I truly, finally, did not want this man anymore. 08 After Maddie left, I checked the trending pages. I saw what the "huge drop" was. Hannah, Chloe's former assistant who had disappeared for six months, had created an account and posted hard evidence about what really happened in May. She uploaded screenshots of Chloe bribing the crew, paying for the drugs, and orchestrating the hit on my reputation. The internet froze. [Hannah worked for Chloe for two years. Her proof looks legit.] [But why would Chloe do that to her own biological sister?!] Chloe's loyal fans desperately tried to defend her, arguing that I was constantly stealing Chloe's roles and she was just retaliating. But Hannah immediately replied: [Those roles were Elena's to begin with. Chloe actively blacklisted Elena, threatening producers not to hire her, while buying PR articles claiming Elena used the casting couch. Elena never touched Chloe's resources.] Hannah was telling the truth. From my first day in Hollywood, Chloe spread rumors about me. Nathaniel believed her and used his wealth to blacklist me. I spent a year as an extra until Sarah, an independent agent, took a chance on me. But every time Sarah secured a good role, Chloe would swoop in and steal it, then buy articles playing the victim. Now, with Hannah blowing the whistle, the internet was a warzone. A Chloe fan furiously typed: [If Elena was really being abused like this, why didn't she just speak up?!] Right then, Sweetie Pie Crunch posted our DM screenshots with the caption: [I can answer that! Because Elena Vance doesn't know how to open her damn mouth!] 09 She posted the screenshot where I admitted they forgot my mango allergy. At first, people mocked me for being a doormat. But gradually, as someone pointed out, "Wait, why would her own parents not know about a deadly allergy?" the wind shifted. Bystanders were confused. How could a wealthy heiress be treated like this? A few insiders, previously paid off by Chloe, finally broke their silence. [Elena didn't grow up in the Sterling mansion. She's the kidnapped kid who lived in the mountains for twelve years.] [My cousin used to work as their maid. When Elena first came back, the elite socialites made fun of her accent. They tricked her into drinking mouthwash thinking it was a cocktail, and poured red wine on her cheap clothes at galas just to laugh at her.] [The Sterlings thought she was an embarrassment. They heavily favored the princess, Chloe, and constantly put Elena down.] [I don't get it. If they hated her so much, why bring her back? Why not leave her in peace?] I had asked my parents the exact same question. But every time, they slapped me and told me to remember my place. I had silently vowed to make enough money to get my adoptive Grandma—the woman who saved me in the mountains—out of the psychiatric facility. But just as my career started, cancer kicked my door down. "Elena!" Sarah pushed the door open, her eyes red. She stared at the screen, her voice thick with emotion. "Do you get the feeling... that this Sweetie Pie Crunch is actually trying to help you?" 10 Sarah analyzed it: Though she used an anti-fan persona, the account was actually clearing my name. By leaking the "ugly" truths, she was forcing the public to see my victimhood. "When I held press conferences to explain things, no one believed us. But when a 'hater' leaks the truth to mock you, the rumors shatter instantly." Sarah smiled bitterly. "If Nathaniel and your family understood you half as well as your biggest hater, you might have survived." "Look, she's dropping more details. It's weird, her writing... it feels like someone who lived with you for years." Sarah frowned. I stared at the avatar. I wanted to ask her who she really was. But my phone buzzed violently. The Sterling family group chat was exploding.
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