Chapter 25
Their so–called “no choice” was nothing more than using me as a shield, pushing me out to protect their interests.
I thought I had already come to terms with their selfishness and coldness, but every time, they found a way to deepen the wound. It was like they were constantly reminding me just how little they cared
Since they had decided to abandon me, I realized there was no point in holding on to those so–called family ties anymore.
I decided to fight back.
I made a new Instagram account under the name Emma Today Must Keep Going” It was a slightly silly nickname, but it was my way of cheering myself on, reminding myself that I was stronger than my past.
I took a deep breath, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. I started typing, pouring out the pain and frustration that had been building up for years.”
I laid it all out–the betrayals from Jason, my parents‘ selfishness, and even Ava’s twisted plot with the fake critical illness notice.!!
I wrote about the heartbreak, the constant cycle of disappointment, the struggle to stay strong when everything was falling apart.
I described how the love I thought was unbreakable had been shattered by reality. I poured out how the family I once believed would always be there for me had turned into a sharp knife, twisting deeper and deeper into my heart.
out.”
When I hit “send,” it felt like I had finally released a thousand–pound weight from my shoulders.
The years of anger and frustration finally had an outlet. It was like a floodgate opened, and everything I had kept inside came rushing
My post quickly spread like wildfire.
The hashtags #EmmaYoungExposesJasonReed, WealthyFamilyGrievances, and #AvaGreenConspiracy began trending, and my follower count grew exponentially.
People began reposting and commenting in droves, sharing their own thoughts and reactions. Some sympathized with my experience, condemning Jason’s selfish behavior and my parents‘ cold–heartedness
Others started questioning my motives, saying I was just trying to get attention and climb the social ladder
Within an hour, my Instagram was blowing up.
Shares, comments, and likes were pouring in.X
One comment read: [So there are really guys this evil in the world? Assholes! Trash!
Another one said: [My heart breaks for you, Seven years wasted on a jerk. Hope you find someone who truly loves you!]
[Her parents are the worst! They’d sell their daughter for money! They’re just animals!!
Jason Reed, come out and face the music! People like you don’t deserve to even be here!!
The comments came pouring in like a tidal wave–some filled with anger and sympathy, others with doubt and criticism.!!
But oddly, I felt calm.
The weight of the truth was finally out in the open, and it felt good to let others know what had really happened.!
I even found the energy to reply to a few comments
[Thanks for the support. Im not giving up!]
[The truth always comes out, Time will tell!
I won’t let this break me. I’m coming back stronger and living my best life!
My responses seemed to spark even more support, and the comment section lit up with enthusiasm
It was like a fire had been ignited, and I felt the heat of it all pushing me forward
And then, just as I was about to settle back into my triumph, my phone rang.
y? What do you think you’re doing posting this stuff online? Are you trying to ruin me?” she screeched, her voice
“Emma, are you crazy? What
shrill with panic!
I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly, my voice full of disdain. “Or else what? Do you really think you can still threaten me? Ava, I’m not afraid of you anymore.”
There was a pause on the other end, and then Ava’s hysterical screams erupted. “Emmal You’ll regret this! Do you think you can win like this? Just wait! I won’t let you get away with this!”
I smirked and replied, “Fine, I’ll wait. I hung up the phone decisively.
Ava’s frantic shouting only sounded like the desperate cries of someone who knew they were losing.!!
To me, it was just the last gasp of someone trying to hold on to a fight they’d already lost!!
