She Plagiarized My Work and Lost Everything Because of ItChapter 1
Zephanie's POV
I deleted my social media account with over a million followers.
Almost instantly, the internet exploded with speculation, wondering if my account had been hacked.
Then Lesley Hall, another influencer in the same niche, messaged me directly.
[Why would you just quit out of nowhere? Are you out of your mind?]
Even so, I shut everything off and went on a solo trip to see the beauty of the world.
In my last life, Lesley and I had posted the exact same kind of video content. People accused me of copying her and called me a knockoff clone doomed to fade. I got bombarded with hate publicly and privately, and even in real life.
To prove my innocence, I shared screenshots of my scripts, behind-the-scenes content, and timestamps. But they called it fake and said I staged it all.
The constant cyberbullying pushed me into a deep depression. So, I ended up alone in my apartment, slitting my wrists.
But then, I woke up.
To my shock, I was back on the very day Lesley and I had first posted those identical videos.
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My finger was literally hovering over the post button. One second later, I would’ve hit it and sealed the fate I already knew.
As such, my body jolted like I'd been pulled from deep water. I yanked my hand away just in time, chest heaving as I gasped for breath.
Looking around the familiar room, at the camera, the lights, and the draft of the video, I realized I had been reborn at the moment when I first tried to pivot my content.
After calming down, I saved the video to my drafts and immediately searched for Lesley’s social media.
It didn’t take long, and her latest post popped right up.
And this one was nothing like her usual style. Her old videos were clunky, poorly edited, and barely scraping a few hundred likes.
But this new one had racked up tens of thousands of likes in just thirty minutes.
The comment section was also full of praise.
[Imagine this look in a survival game setting—unstoppable.]
[She’s doing million-follower work on a tiny account.]
[God, is this level of beauty even humanly possible?]
[Wife, my wife. Who the hell stole my destined wife?!]
...and on and on.
The dark background, the bold styling, the cinematography, music, and script, every single detail matched the video I had just saved to my drafts.