For days, I avoided the chaos. The doorbell
rang repeatedly. Through the peephole, I saw
Tiffany and her parents. I opened the door,
“What do you want? I don’t want to see you.”
They barged in. Tiffany collapsed onto the
sofa, sobbing, “Cousin, why did you ruin me?
Why did you post that video?”
I didn’t react. “I posted it? You’ve slept with
so many men, you don’t remember what you
did?”
Tiffany was speechless, looking to her
parents.
Her mother glared, “Don’t want to see us?
You ruined Tiffany, and you’re hiding here!
We need answers!”
Her father nodded, “It’s your fault! I raised
you, and this is how you repay me? What are
people saving about Tiffany?”
I knew. She was a slut. Men were swarming
her. Her parents were pariahs. I didn’t
mention this. “Just tell me what you want.”
Tiffany spoke up, “I want you to divorce Mark,
so I can marry him. My reputation will
recover.”
Fourteen:
I planned to divorce Mark, but, “Divorce is
one thing, but why do you think he’ll marry
you? He doesn’t collect trophies.”
Tiffany breathed a sigh of relief, “Mark and I
are in love. He won’t care about my
reputation.”
“Not so simple. You not only need a divorce,
you need to give me your house and savings.
Tell everyone I stole Mark and threatened
him. You’re giving up everything to make
amends.”
She was right. Mark married me for money;
he might marry Tiffany too. She was more
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confident, “And…”
“You need to say the video was your doing,
that the other videos were deepfakes. Only
then can our family survive.”
I chuckled, “If I admit to that, I’ll go to jail…”
Her mother interrupted, “If it weren’t for you,
would Tiffany be like this? You deserve jail!
You should compensate us!”
Her father, “If you don’t agree, we won’t stop.
I’m your uncle, your only family! Without us,
you’re alone!”
