Chloe was still sobbing, almost collapsing, in an unnoticed corner.
“I really wasn’t the mastermind… I just… I just wanted to keep my job…”
“As long as Scarlett was forced out, and I had a job, and a boyfriend, I would have everything, right…
It’s all that b*tch’s fault…”
No one paid her any mind.
She knelt at the edge of the stage, her hands clawing at the floor, nails breaking, eye makeup
smeared like a ghost’s.
Reporters swarmed to take pictures. She instinctively turned away, her trembling fingers covering her face, but she was still captured clearly.
That evening, **[Two–Faced Intern Sabotages Wedding, Then Cries Workplace Bullying]** shot to number one on trending topics.
In just two hours, Chloe’s personal accounts were completely exposed:
Fake prestigious university diploma, academic fraud;
Internship experience was photoshopped, no legitimate work history whatsoever;
Fired from three previous companies during her probation period for workplace bullying;
Her so–called influential “Chloe family” turned out to be a debt–ridden shell, with their company long since seized by the court.
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Later, to “save face,” her parents quietly sent her abroad to a “psychological rehabilitation center.”
It was a notorious sanatorium known for abusing patients, specializing in electroshock therapy.
Media outlets reported her psychiatric diagnosis, and her online persona of a “pure, hardworking, ambitious young lady” completely collapsed.
The netizens who had once strongly supported her individually deleted their comments and
unfollowed her.
No one called her “authentic” or a “brave girl” anymore.
She vanished from the industry, forever relegated to a mere laughingstock in people’s after–dinner
conversations.
And I-
I completely stepped out of her shadow.
