Overnight, I became internet-famous, but not in a good way. I turned into a punching bag, the kind of target people point at and ridicule.
My personal information was exposed and spread all over the internet.
Every morning, I woke up to a flood of insults. Messages flooded in like trash—some from men who wanted to sleep with me, acting like I was just some cheap hooker.
I was just about to go live to set the record straight when the police knocked on my door. Bianca had filed a report claiming I had stressed her into illness and caused her bodily harm. She refused to settle. And my husband, Jasper, stood by her side, testifying that I had hurt her and asking the police to detain me for 're-education.'
I didn't waste a moment and hired a top lawyer to handle the cops. At the same time, I filed a lawsuit against Jasper and Bianca for bigamy.
Then I picked up the phone and called several of his company's investors.
I didn't mince words and said, "You don't need to keep investing out of courtesy to me."
Jasper had always treated me like I was just some backwoods chicken farmer.
Fine, then. If that's how he saw me, I'd show him I wasn't just raising chickens. I was the capital. And I would strip him down until he had nothing left.
