Ripping Off the Impostor Wearing My Name

I rushed to work this morning and accidentally sent the car pictures meant for the dealership to the medical intern group chat.

I didn't even get the chance to delete them before a few interns saw them, and the chat blew up.

"Damn! That G-Class with the starlight roof is crazy expensive. The upgrade alone must've cost a fortune. I didn't know Dr. Tyson was loaded!"

"I didn't expect her to be a trust-fund baby. I'm shocked!"

"Dr. Tyson, what do your parents do? That G-Class has to cost a few million dollars, right?"

Within minutes, the group chat was filled with dozens of messages. Everyone kept asking about my family.

A few male interns even messaged me privately to ask me out.

I felt helpless and simply replied, "I'm not a trust-fund baby. It was a birthday gift from my husband. Let's please focus on work."

I didn't even finish typing the rest of my message when my junior, Christina Vaughan, jumped in.

"Dr. Tyson, why did you send pictures of my car? Are you jealous and trying to get attention?

"And now you say it was a gift from your husband? What? Are you trying to brag that you married into some rich family?

"I should've never driven my car to the hospital. You stalked me, took pictures, and used them to show off. This is gross."

Her sharp words stunned me. I stared at the screen and asked, "Are you talking to me? Christina, you must be confused. Maybe our cars just look alike?"

She went quiet for a few seconds. Then she flooded the chat with pictures of herself and her G-Class, including videos of her driving it.

Her words turned even harsher. "The starlight roof in my G-Class is custom. There's nothing else like it. How does a broke doctor like you have the nerve to say yours looks like mine?

"You crept around my car, snapped a picture, and claimed it's yours. Why don't you take a photo of a castle next and say you own it?"

Her mockery hit hard. The interns turned on me at once.

"Dr. Tyson, that's not how you flex. This is just embarrassing."

"If you don't have a car, just say so. Why do something this cheap? And Christina caught you in seconds too."

"I can't believe someone this vain is training us. Are you going to turn us into liars too?"

More messages poured in, all snide. Someone even tagged me and told me to apologize to Christina.

I frowned and tagged her. "What's wrong with you? Why are you inside my car? And when did you make those videos?"

I designed the starlight roof myself. It was one of a kind.

So the second she sent her pictures and videos, I knew it was my car. That was why I asked her directly.

Christina replied, "Do you have no shame? Why are you still claiming the car is yours? Want me to drive it right up to your face so you can stop lying? If it's really your car, tell me the color of the interior then."

"It's gray," I answered confidently. I had just had the dealership change it a few days ago.

The next second, she replied with a selfie inside the car. The interior was bright pink.

She laughed at me. "You really are low-class. You gave yourself away so quickly. The interior was gray when you stalked my car, but I changed it to pink yesterday!

"What happened? Didn't have time to take a new picture, huh? Dr. Vain?"

The rest of the interns saw that and believed her instantly.

"Dr. Tyson looks so cool on the outside, but she's this desperate in private. What bad luck that she's our supervisor."

"Right? She tried to pass off someone else's luxury car as her own. Christina exposed her in seconds! That's next-level embarrassing!"

"She lies without blinking. For all we know, her so-called academic credentials might be fake too. These days, plenty of female doctors cozy up to old professors just to get a paper published.

The messages got worse and even more disgusting.

I was ready to fire back, but a nurse rushed in to tell me there was an emergency surgery.

I had no time to argue with the interns. I ran to the operating room at once.