登入My new account grew slowly… at least when compared to my old couple's account.There were no overnight viral hits and no trending topics, but new viewers stayed every day.Some asked for the recipe for my tomato beef soup. Some commented that they had bought themselves flowers after watching my videos. Others enjoyed watching my new home slowly come together.The boring, dull curtains became a warm cream color.A floor lamp appeared beside the sofa.A few potted plants found a home on my windowsill.The once-empty table was gradually filled with mugs, books, and small gifts from my friends.They were all ordinary moments, so ordinary that I would never have considered filming them in the past. However, those simple days gave my account something it had never had before.Warmth.Six months later, I fell in love again.This time, I didn't make a grand announcement about my relationship status. I didn't write a script nor plan transitions. I didn't try to package the relationshi
I created a new personal one three days after deleting that couple’s account.My profile picture was a desk lamp, and I'd used my own name as my username.There was no couple label nor any catchy tagline. Instead, there was just one sentence in my bio, which was, "Capturing moments of my own life."After I created the account, I stared at the empty homepage for a long time.I'd been so used to building someone else's image for the past four years that I didn't really know what to do now.Caleb looked good smiling. He looked good while saying soft words. He looked good while turning around in a sunset-lit kitchen. Hence, I transformed him into the perfect boyfriend everyone admired. I made him into someone who loved deeply, lived beautifully, and made ordinary days feel magical.However, I didn't know what to film when it came to myself.Then, it suddenly hit me—I had never really pointed the camera at myself.My first video was incredibly simple.I drew the hotel curtains op
Early the next morning, Caleb called so many times that my phone almost overheated itself into suicide.When I didn't answer, he started spamming me with texts."Melanie, what do you want?""The brands are all contacting me. Delete those screenshots.""Can't we talk about this in private? Do you really have to make this public?"I ignored every message.Just then, the manager from the jewelry brand called me.His voice sounded exhausted as he asked, "Ms. Houston, we'd like to confirm something with you. Were you the one who originally handled this partnership?""Yes.""Did you know Caleb later bypassed the main account and posted the campaign through Jessica's personal account?""No."There was a brief silence. When he spoke again, his tone had turned stone cold. "I understand."That same morning, the jewelry brand released an official statement. They explained that the campaign had been intended for a real couple. However, Caleb had concealed important facts and changed
Jessica posted a new update right after I hung up.It was a long message, talking about how she had been sickly since childhood, and it was Caleb who always looked after her like an older brother. Toward the end, she wrote, "I never thought Melanie would misunderstand things this badly. If my presence makes her uncomfortable, I'll step back."The attached photo showed her with red, tearful eyes.Before long, people flooded the comments with sympathy."I feel sorry for Jessica.""They were just childhood friends. Yet, she's being accused of being a homewrecker.""Is Melanie just jealous because Jessica's gaining followers so fast?"I wasn't surprised by her post.Jessica had always been like this. She never openly fought for anything and only feigned hurt. She would gain everyone else's sympathy, making them fight her battles.My retaliation was swift as I posted screenshots of my chat with the jewelry brand five minutes later.There were only three screenshots. The first
Caleb's phone wouldn't stop ringing on the drive home.There were messages from brands canceling partnerships, platform warnings, and calls from sponsors demanding answers.He replied while driving, repeating the same explanation over and over."It's just a public relations issue.""We'll release a statement.""The account will be fine."Even now, Caleb still hadn't realized what the true problem was.He was finding that out now, freezing in his tracks just as he walked through the front door.The studio lights in the living room were gone. My tripod was gone. The computer I'd spent four years editing on was gone. Not only that, but half of the closet was also empty, and only his things remained on the bathroom counter.I hadn't left him a single word, only a document envelope on the dining table.There were only three things inside. There was a backup of the account's data, four years' worth of business contracts, and a complete record of how our income had been divided.My
I sat beneath the desk lamp that had kept me company through countless sleepless nights and looked calmly into the camera."For the past thousand days, every vlog you've watched, every trip you've followed, and every viral video on this account was filmed through my lens."Then, the screen switched. It showed the raw footage from our very first video four years ago.The apartment was tiny, and the lights were dim. Caleb spun me around the living room, laughing with pure excitement."When we hit 50,000 followers, you'll be on camera with me. I'll show everyone how beautiful and talented my girlfriend is."After that, the video cut back to me."50,000 followers became 500,000, and 500,000 became nearly two million. However, I never got the chance to appear. Six months ago, someone took a picture of Caleb and me together. "Some people said I was doing it for fame, and others called me a homewrecker. At that time, I begged him to tell everyone the truth, but he said going public wi