I thought things would finally settle down, but I still underestimated the darkness of human
nature.
That woman named Megan, after divorcing Tristian, found herself not only empty–handed but also disgraced in her own social circle because of this shameful marriage.
Unwilling to end things in such a humiliating way, she directed all her resentment at me.
With malicious intent, she began anonymously spreading rumors about me on various social media platforms and local forums.
She portrayed me as a cunning, greedy, and aggressive woman from the countryside.
She claimed that I had known about Tristian’s intention to divorce long ago, and deliberately kept Emilie as a bargaining chip.
She said I made outrageous demands, asking Tristian for a huge compensation, which led to his disciplinary action by the military.
She even described my calm and decisive counterattack as a carefully planned scheme to swindle property.
These rumors, complete with pictures and fabricated details, quickly sparked discussion among uninformed netizens online.
Some of my distant relatives also saw these posts and called to ask me what was really going on.
Before I could respond, Valerie from the village stormed over to me with her phone in hand.
“Tina! Look at this! Which heartless scoundrel is spreading such nonsense!”
Looking at those twisted words on the phone and the unsightly comments below, I didn’t get angry–instead, I laughed.
Megan, do you really think the internet is your last weapon?
Then you have seriously underestimated me,
Right in front of Valerie, I took out my phone and dialed the number of Russel Sandoval, the head of the village council.
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“Mr. Sandoval, hello, this is Christina. I’d like to use the village loudspeaker for a moment. There are some things I want to clarify to all the villagers.”
Half an hour later, the village loudspeaker sounded.
Holding a script I had prepared long ago, I stood in the village council office, spoke calmly into the microphone, and explained the entire story from beginning to end.
Then, I read out my most important piece of evidence–the official disciplinary decision from the military, stamped in bright red, word for word.
After reading it, I personally posted the copy on the most prominent bulletin board at the entrance of the village council.
Black and white on paper, irrefutable evidence.
All the rumors seemed pale and ridiculous in the face of the authoritative official document.
The village loudspeaker spread the truth to every corner.
In the WhatsApp group chat, the villagers were in an uproar, speaking up for me and fiercely condemning the woman who spread the rumors.
Megan’s vicious counterattack not only failed to hurt me in the slightest, but instead landed like a resounding slap on her own face, completely destroying her and Tristian’s reputation in the village.
After all this, I did not stop.
I consulted my lawyer again.
The lawyer told me that the military family allowances Tristian fraudulently obtained in my name must be fully returned to me, and that I could also sue him for emotional damages due to his deceitful divorce and infidelity.
I did not hesitate for a moment.
I immediately submitted the relevant evidence and applications to the military and the court.
I wanted him to understand that every cent he owed me must be paid back!
When the news reached Tristian, he was completely panicked.
He was now penniless and still had to pay for his mother’s support–how could he possibly afford
this sum?
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