The Genius Orphan Author Goes Silent Online, But Her Best Friend Goes Mad

Kimberly even went so far as to issue a statement, claiming it was her new, specially crafted storyline for the main characters, catering to both Happy Ending and Bad Ending for readers to choose from.

Her fans praised her as a god-tier writer, while at the same time, they turned on me, calling me a cowardly plagiarist.

[Wow, if this story ever gets adapted into a movie, it would be a total lost!]

[Some writers are probably crying in secret—she could never live up to our ‘sweet Kimberly’!]

[Plagiarism dogs should just die. Actually, forget it! You don’t even have a family to call your own!]

……

I closed the comment section with a heavy heart, feeling completely helpless for an answer.

This time, I swapped out my equipment and changed the location where I wrote.

But I couldn’t escape the plagiarism. Watching all my ideas and inspirations stolen right before my eyes, powerless to do anything about it, was unbearable.

Staring out at the moon, I carefully weighed my decision.

I decided to leave the web novel scene—put down my pen and stop updating.

If Kimberly was being hailed as the new star of the literary world, I was going to see what she could do once I stopped updating.

I deactivated my account and after several discussions with my editor, I officially announced a hiatus, vowing to focus on polishing other projects.

Those who had once supported me were now left in confusion. Some couldn’t discern the truth and followed along with the narrative, while others, like me, chose to step away from the drama.

I packed up my belongings late into the night, taking only a few writing essentials with me and finding a cheap motel to stay in. Fortunately, over the years, I had saved some money, so at least I wouldn’t starve.

But then the internet erupted. My phone was bombarded with calls all night long, flooded with thousands of harassing messages that nearly crashed my SIM card.

Checking my social media, all I saw were people condemning me.

[Ruth Norris is absolutely disgusting. She actually stole gold and jewelry from her foster family. A person like her is just wasting air by being alive.]

Even the fans who once stood up for me had turned against me.

[She even assaulted Kimberly! I must’ve been blind to have ever liked her!]

With trembling hands, I clicked on the video. The footage showed me in a scuffle with Kimberly, followed by clips of me stealing gold and a public statement from Kimberly’s mother.

She looked frail and aged, her eyes sunken and pitiful. “I always treated Ruth like my own,” she said tearfully, “but I never thought she’d steal from us and even hurt my daughter. It’s my fault for raising a poisonous snake in my home, for inviting a wolf into our family!”

The comment section was filled with words comforting Kimberly while urging me to die immediately.

I dug my nails into my skin, forcing myself to stay calm. In my past life, I had gotten caught up in proving myself, forgetting all about reporting the incident.

This time, I was determined to fight back.

I saved the video, went to the police station to file a report and uploaded the receipt along with the official police record online.

At the same time, I publicly released all of Kimberly’s threatening voice messages.

That day when I returned home, I was prepared. I secretly started recording, hoping to capture some evidence for a decisive blow.

I wasn’t the same person I was in my past life. Even though there wasn’t any key evidence for the plagiarism, I wanted Kimberly to know that I wasn’t going to let her push me around!

After I released the recording online, her fans went into a frenzy—some questioned the authenticity of the recording, while others pressured Kimberly to provide an explanation.

The police also arrived at my place immediately to gather evidence and issued an official statement.

On the day the gold was stolen, I was at a café and there’s store surveillance footage to prove it. As for who the person in the video was, that still needs to be investigated.

This evidence would completely clear my name.