Chapter 8
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Ava and I watched from the living room as it transformed within hours from a gossip account post into the number one trending topic across all platforms.
"Perfect timing." Ava switched off her phone and walked toward her studio. Her retreating figure was eerily calm—not like a general about to detonate a social media bomb, but like someone heading to a routine day at the office.
I followed like a loyal lieutenant.
【Event 1 - Beginning】
In her professional studio, Ava didn't immediately go live. Instead, she uploaded a polished trailer to her official YouTube channel.
The screen showed only a black background with elegant white text: "Everything About My Ex."
As the text faded, a 24-hour countdown clock appeared.
No explanation, no emotional soundtrack—just the cold countdown to judgment day.
The moment the trailer dropped, public interest exploded to fever pitch. The comment section went nuclear, and the entire internet held its breath for the reckoning to come.
【Event 2 - Development】
Twenty-four hours later, the premiere began with over a million viewers.
Ava sat in a minimalist setting, wearing a crisp white suit dress, her makeup flawless, her eyes serene.
"Hello everyone, I'm Ava." Her voice rang clear and steady. "I know why you're all here, so let's get straight to it."
She didn't cry or accuse or even show emotion. She simply stated facts as if narrating a documentary, calmly recounting how she met Liam, fell in love, and gradually discovered the elaborate web of lies surrounding her.
"I once believed I'd found someone who made me feel safe enough to love without reservation."
"I planned our future, supported his 'career,' and shared everything I had without hesitation."
"But I was wrong." Her tone sharpened for the first time. "I shared my love and resources. He gave me betrayal and parasitism in return."
【Event 3 - Climax】
"Many of you probably want explosive evidence—some dirty videos, perhaps." Ava's lips curled into a sardonic smile. "But I won't stoop to that level. I won't dirty my channel."
"However," her tone shifted, "I do have some things I'd like to 'share' with him—and with all of you."
The screen went black as an audio clip began to play—the conversation I'd recorded between Liam and Jake.
"...This is just earning money for our future, baby... You know, it has nothing to do with feelings, it's an investment..."
Liam's coaxing, self-important voice echoed in millions of ears. His shameless logic—framing selling his body as an "investment" and betrayal as "making money"—was laid bare for all to judge.
When the audio ended, the screen lit up again—not with Ava's face, but with scrolling financial documents.
On the left scrolled records of Liam using Ava's supplementary card for luxury purchases—designer clothes, high-end accessories—each transaction marked with date, item, and amount.
On the right scrolled bills paid to the upscale restaurant where Jake worked, along with bank transfers. Each payment perfectly aligned with a "large expenditure" on the left.
The truth was undeniable.
He was using Ava's money both to dress himself and to "keep" his so-called "good friend."
The livestream fell silent.
These cold numbers, this silent evidence, devastated more thoroughly than any explicit video could.
【Event 4 - Ending】
When the financial records finished scrolling, the camera returned to Ava.
Her expression remained calm, though a hint of relief showed in her eyes.
"As you can see, this was a spectacularly unsuccessful investment," she said with wry humor. "Fortunately, failed investments can be terminated to minimize losses."
"I've instructed my lawyer to pursue legal recovery of all non-gift financial losses incurred during this relationship."
Her voice grew stronger, more resolute.
"And I promise—every penny recovered will not stay with me."
"I'm establishing a fund." Her lips curved into a genuine, brilliant smile—ironic yet powerful.
"It will be called 'The Liam Fund.'"
"Every cent will go to charities helping women escape emotional abuse and financial control."
She looked directly into the camera, as if speaking to every woman who had experienced similar pain.
"To every woman watching: your kindness and love are precious gifts, not resources to be plundered. Cut ties when necessary. You deserve better."
The video ended with the charity's website and a powerful message: "Be brave and speak up. You are not alone."
The livestream ended.
I closed the laptop and turned to Ava.
"Well played, Your Majesty."
Ava winked, raising her champagne flute. "To new beginnings."
Our glasses clinked with crystal clarity. The online judgment had concluded, but the real-world reckoning was far from over.
