Defamed by an Influencer, Avenged Across Lifetimes

Over the next few days, Corey didn't sit still for a moment. He began dropping suggestive, ambiguous remarks in his videos.

"Even though Dr. Shelby is married, it feels like she's not happy.

"When she made her rounds today, the way she looked at me… was I imagining things?

"That freeloader husband showed up again. I feel so bad for her."

Gradually, a group of clueless netizens started shipping them as a couple.

The comment section turned on me, calling me a useless husband, unworthy of a brilliant doctor like Sandra.

[I think her husband is so petty. Why can't he let her pursue her real happiness?]

[He's hogging such an amazing doctor and doesn't even treat her well. Poor Dr. Shelby.]

[This dynamic is everything—sweet younger guy and aloof, dominant older woman. Who gets it?!]

Reading those comments, I felt a mix of disbelief and disgust. These "shipper fans" were completely unhinged—any sense of right and wrong had long since vanished.

"Let him jump," Sandra said, soothing me. "The higher he jumps, the harder he'll fall."

I hesitated. "What about the day he gets discharged? He'll definitely post that video. How do we stop it?"

That video had been the spark that ignited everything.

Sandra smiled, then opened her laptop. The hospital's security system filled the screen.

"In our last life, I only found out after I died—the camera in that corner of the hospital was broken. That's why he dared to film there. I've already had it fixed. And I upgraded it to high-definition night vision."

I nodded, finally at ease.

On the day of his discharge, Corey deliberately came to Sandra's office, asking for a hug.

She sidestepped him and said coldly, "Mr. Pickett, please show some respect."

A flash of malice flickered in his eyes before he turned and left.

Half an hour later, that all-too-familiar video shot to the top of the trending charts.

"Hey fam… I'm really scared. I always thought doctors were angels in white, but I never imagined…"

In the video, Corey's eyes were red, his voice choked with emotion. His shirt buttons had popped open, and there were several scratch marks across his chest.

Then, faintly, the sound of footsteps seemed to approach.

He looked off-camera in terror, his body shrinking back violently as he instinctively cried out, "Dr. Shelby—"

The video cut off abruptly.

Public opinion exploded. All of Sandra's and my personal information was dug up and exposed.

My phone began vibrating nonstop. Every call I answered was filled with abuse.

"Control your perverted wife!"

"Your whole family deserves to die!"

"You animal! Even going after patients—how desperate are you?!"

The hospital's phone lines were flooded as well. The director urgently summoned Sandra for a meeting, demanding that she be suspended immediately pending investigation.

"Director, I won't accept a suspension," Sandra said calmly. "I will give the hospital—and the public—an explanation."

The director slammed his hand on the desk, furious. "The public outrage is this severe, and you still want to push things further? Are you trying to drag the hospital's name through the mud?"

"What if Corey framed me?" Sandra's gaze was sharp as a blade.

The director froze.

Sandra smiled faintly. "He can livestream—so can we."