Chapter 3

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Kylie was indeed an influencer with millions of fans, knowing exactly how to edit footage for maximum outrage.

That very evening, a video titled "Billionaire Penthouse Owner Assaults Innocent College Girl in Elevator; Arrogant Wife Dares Victim to Sue" hit trending number one.

In the video, she maliciously edited the footage, showing only the moments where I blocked the police from entering and smiled coldly.

Her caption was pure bait: 【Is this the power of the rich? Even the police aren't allowed inside! How is a vulnerable girl supposed to defend her rights?】

The comment section erupted like a wildfire, generating tens of thousands of hateful comments.

【Disgusting! Doxx them immediately!】

【The husband is hiding inside his shell because he definitely has scratches on his hands!】

【The wife is absolute trash too―she looks like a wicked, heartless shrew!】

【Lock them up and throw away the key! Stay strong, Kylie, we've got your back!】

Some internet vigilantes even leaked my phone number through the neighborhood community chat.

My phone instantly blew up with continuous harassing calls and vile text messages.

Someone even photoshopped a funeral portrait of my husband and sent it to my social media inbox.

Striking while the iron was hot, Kylie launched a massive livestream.

In the stream, her neck was wrapped in thick white gauze as she lay weakly on a hotel bed, with Brenda dabbing tears beside her.

"Thank you all for your love and support... The doctor said I suffered severe psychological trauma and might develop clinical depression..."

Kylie choked on her tears. "We don't want to ruin their lives completely. If they issue a public apology and pay the emotional damages we requested, we can consider dropping the charges..."

"After all, everyone deserves a second chance."

Watching the endless stream of paid gifts and donations flooding her screen, my hands trembled with rage.

Lying on the bed, Gavin strained with all his might to rub his short stump against my cheek.

The light in his eyes conveyed both heartache and silent encouragement.

I took a deep breath, cupped his stump, and kissed the jagged, healed scars.

"Don't worry, darling. If they want viral clout, I'll give them the biggest spectacle of their lives."

I opened Twitter, set up a new account, and named the handle 【Gavin's Wife】.

No long rants. No sob stories.

I tagged Kylie directly and posted a single sentence:

"Stop playing the victim. Forget five million―if you can prove in court that those hands actually exist, even if they touched a single hair on you, I will hand over both my luxury penthouses, both luxury cars, and a hundred million dollars in cash."

That single tweet blew the internet apart.

【Holy shit! A hundred million cash? Is she for real?】

【Is this woman insane? Is she literally handing away a fortune?】

【She must be betting on the fact that he didn't leave fingerprints! So calculating!】

【Can't wait for the smackdown! Go Kylie, take all her money!】

Kylie replied almost instantly: "You said it! See you in court! Don't come crying on your knees when you lose!"