I didn't dare go out, for fear that some crazy netizen had found out my address.
As the sun set, Rock came back humming and carrying some food. As he walked in, he almost stepped on me curled up on the doormat. "Olivia, why are you here?"
I couldn't stop my tears and threw myself into his arms.
Rock held me on the sofa and comforted me for a long time. The photo didn't capture his face and he didn't know about this yet.
Rock was very angry. "These are rumors. They are slandering us!"
"But why is that couple using the same scene as us?" I said.
The warm embrace suddenly loosened, and he frowned and looked at me. "What do you mean? You would rather believe the nonsense than believe me, your fiancé?"
I was afraid of his sudden distant expression, so I shook my head. "No, the person I trust the most is you."
Rock hugged me tightly with satisfaction and said, "That's good. I will file a complaint against this account tomorrow. As for the netizens, they will forget about you when there is new news. Don't turn on your phone for the next few days. Leave everything to me."
He walked into the kitchen and said he would cook for me. His back was reliable, while I was still feeling confused and uneasy.
The next day, Rock hurried out to find someone to deal with the matter, leaving me, who was emotionally unstable, at home.
The situation became worse and worse. Netizens posted my edited ugly photos online, and the comments on my Instagram changed from blessings to sarcastic questions. I felt very embarrassed.
Although Rock told me not to worry about it, I still couldn't stand the feeling of being wronged.
I sent a message to the number who contacted me on Valentine's Day night.
[Did you post this to slander me? Do you know how important a marriage proposal is to a girl?]
The person replied to me quickly.
[Haha, you are not only a thief but also a bitch. You are so disgusting!]
[Are you the couple in that proposal scene during the day? Do you have evidence to prove that you are not slandering me?]
There was a long pause, and just when I thought the other party had nothing to say, he sent me several pictures.
I found chat records with the wedding company, design drawings, and payment slips.
[Is that enough? The romance I planned for months was ruined by you!]
I looked at those pictures again and again and didn't find any traces of photo-editing.