Page 31 of Cyber Revenge

Raye laughs in the distance, overhearing him, tossing her hair, and wandering off.

I don’t laugh.

I stand there, my jaw clenched, every bone in my body turning cold.

“I’m going to the car,” I say quietly.

Patrick blinks. “Babe…”

“I’m not doing this.”

“You’re overreacting.”

I turn and walk, pretending the tears in my eyes are just from the wind.

We fight in the car.

I told him I feel humiliated. Disrespected.

He told me I’m insecure. Dramatic.

“You’re reading into everything,” he says, gripping the steering wheel too tightly. “It was a fucking joke.”

“It didn’t feel like one.”

“You always do this. Turn nothing into an insult. You can dish it on stream but can’t take it in real life?”

I don’t respond. I just stare out the window, numb.

“You know what?” he adds. “Maybe you just need space. Cool off. Sleep.”

I don’t even wait to get upstairs before texting him.

[Lydia]: I can’t do this. I’m done.

He doesn’t answer.

Two days later, he posts a TikTok.

Him and Raye. Laughing. Matching hoodies.

Caption:

When you finally upgrade from the starter pack.

I sit on the floor of my bathroom, knees to my chest, phone in one hand, disbelief thick in my throat.

The comments are full of fire emojis and “finally” replies from his followers. People who had once posted heart eyes under photos of me and him now cheer for the new girl like I never existed.

I make a video.

Nothing serious, just a duet. Me staring blankly at the camera while his TikTok plays beside me. The caption reads:

He bought me flowers once, too. Then he used them for the next girl.

It gets a million views in an hour. I don’t do it as revenge, I did it out of hurt, I did it to show my pain. I did it because I’m real onmy social media. I don’t just show the good. But men don’t care about that, do they? Men are pettier than women.

He retaliates by doxxing me.

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