เข้าสู่ระบบMy boyfriend, Sam Gibson, had a childhood best friend named Tina Lincoln. She was a star medical student. On the day Sam and I were supposed to get our marriage license, Tina took one look at the tight top I was wearing and flat-out claimed I had been sleeping around for years. She pointed at my chest with obvious disgust. “If men hadn’t been all over you, there’s no way your breasts would be this big.” Sam believed her completely. He started cursing at me, calling me a slut who had sleep with anyone, and refused to go through with the marriage license. I tried over and over to explain, but Tina just sneered at me. “People may be more open-minded these days, but that doesn’t mean you can sell your body and make your chest that big.” She used me as some kind of “example,” started a livestream to lecture people online, and exposed all my personal information. After that, strangers kept sending me disgusting, harassing messages, asking how much I charged for a night. Some even followed me and tried to force themselves on me. I begged her to clear things up for me, but she just shrugged and said, “If you never did that kind of thing, why would people be asking you?” In the end, I was assaulted and killed. And she went on to become a nationally famous influencer doctor, gaining fame and money at the same time. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was supposed to get my marriage license with Sam.
ดูเพิ่มเติมIrama sepatu skets terdengar berdecit dengan lantai keramik saat sesosok gadis berlari kecil menyusuri lorong kampus di lantai 3. Jam kuliah yang bergeser memaksa Zeni untuk pandai mengatur waktu antara kuliah dengan kegiatan organisasi di kampus.
Sepuluh menit telah dimulai perkuliahan dengan bapak Catur, saat Zeni mengetuk pintu kelas dan meminta ijin masuk serta memposisikan duduknya di tempat yang kosong. "Aku telat hehe...., ini sudah slide keberapa?" Bisik Zeni pada Nia dengan fokus melihat layar proyektor. "Slide ke 8, untungnya kamu telat di kelas pak Catur, coba telat di kelas dosen killer, pasti seru," kelakar Nia sambil mencatat beberapa informasi penting dari pak catur. Perkuliahan siang ini memaksa mataku agar tetap on 100%, namun sayangnya daya tahan tubuhku tidak mendukung. Perlahan dengan pasti kelopak mataku mulai menutup sempurna diikuti reflek kepala yang menunduk dengan posisi duduk manis. Sungguh rasa kantuk yang menyerang laksana terbius ke buaian alam mimpi. Cubitan dilenganku membuyarkan alam bawah sadar, untuk kembali ke dunia nyata. "Terima kasih Nia, untung tidak ketahuan, lumayan aku bisa merehatkan badan sebentar," sembari merapikan jilbab. "Iya .... cubitan kecil tidak apa-apa, dari pada ketahuan tidur. Kamu tidur kemalaman?" "Aku semalam mengerjakan tugas Budgeting, nanti ada perkuliahan jam 3, biasa versi SKS (sistem kebut semalam) untuk pengerjaan tugas," kelakar Zeni dengan melihat jam dilayar ponselnya. "Kamu nanti mau masuk kelas Budgeting atau bolos... kan ada jatah 3 kali absensi?" senyum Nia melihat Zeni yang masih mengantuk "Masuk kelas dong, kelas mengulang, masa bolos!" cecar Zeni sambil mencari sosok Rian "Aneh, tadi selepas rapat dia bergegas keluar ruangan, aku kira terus masuk kelas ternyata dia absen," gumam Zeni yang tidak menemukan keberadaan Rian. Tanpa kami sadari gerak gerik dan percakapan kami tak lepas dari sorot tajam pandangan pak Catur. "Saya pernah menjadi mahasiswa dan aktif juga dibeberapa organisasi, namun saya tetap memprioritaskan kuliah dan berusaha menjadi mahasiswa yang disiplin dengan membagi waktu sebaik mungkin," tekan pak catur diakhir perkuliahan ini dengan sorot mata tajam. Deg... Zeni terkejut mendengar perkataan pak Catur, berarti sejak tadi gerak -gerik Zeni di awasi pak Catur,"gumam Zeni dengan tersenyum kecut. Musholla yang terletak di dekat gedung Pusat Kegiatan Mahasiswa (PKM) menjadi penuh sesak saat waktu sholat ashar tiba. Terlihat aktivitas mahasiswa yang masih berjibaku dengan kegiatannya, mengingat minggu-minggu ini adalah persiapan terakhir dalam agenda persiapan orientasi mahasiswa baru. Setiap hari rapat digelar di kepanitian orientasi tingkat fakultas dan jurusan, bahkan ada mahasiswa yang merangkap menjadi kepanitian di fakultas dan jurusan. Hiruk pikuk aktivitas tersebut, menjadi tanda hidupnya mahasiswa dalam dinamika kehidupan kampus yang penuh warna. Dimana tiap mahasiswa yang beradu argument akan kukuh mempertahankan pendapatnya supaya dapat diterima dan di akui. Ritmi kehidupan kampus yang menuntut kreatifitas dan berpikir kritis menumbuhkan sosok pribadi yang unggul dengan mengedepankan pola pikir logis yang mengusung prinsip idealisme. Selepas sholat ashar Zeni bergegas melangkah kakinya menuju kelas Budgeting. "Beruntung on time tiba di kelas Budgeting," gumam Zeni dengan helaan nafas lega sembari mencari kursi yang kosong untuk ditempati. Komting mulai mengumpulkan tugas perkuliahan, setiap mahasiswa dengan sigap menyerahkan tugasnya masing-masing. Diskusipun dimulai selepas tugas terkumpul. Materi diskusi seputar proyeksi penjualan pada perusahaan dagang. Fokus Zeni mulai buyar saat sesi akhir diskusi mengingat jam menunjukkan pukul 17.00 dengan kondisi cuaca hujan lebat. Kelaspun tetap berlanjut walaupun sudah melewati jamnya. Tepat pukul 17.30 perkuliahan selesai dengan hujan yang masih setia mengguyur kampus ini. Sembari menunggu hujan reda Zeni duduk di gazebo sambil mengecek surat yang akan didistribusikan besok. Terkejut saat melihat ada selembar surat dengan KOP kepanitiaan orientasi Fakultas. "Gawat ... Kenapa surat ini bisa terdapat di mapku ya? pikir Zeni sambil mengingat rapat tadi siang. Saat rapat kepanitiaan orientasi jurusan Zeni duduk bersebelahan dengan Rita. Banyak mahasiswa yang merangkap kepanitian orientasi jurusan dan fakultas termasuk Rita . Kami sama dibagian humas dalam kepanitian orientasi jurusan. "Pantesan tadi Rita salah memberikan surat ini, harusnya surat yang ber-KOP orientasi jurusan," gumam Zeni "Aku harus bersegera menyerahkan surat ini ke sekretariat BEM," pikir Zeni Terlihat sosok Rian yang berjalan menuju Gedung PKM, tanpa pikir panjang bergegas Zeni berlari kecil menghampiri Rian tanpa menghiraukan rintik hujan. "Rian, aku boleh minta tolong membawa surat ini ke sekretariatan BEM," ucap Zeni sambil menyodorkan surat yang dibungkus map plastik. Dahi Rian berkerut mendengar perkataan Zeni, sambil melihat map plastik. "Buang saja surat itu, sudah tidak penting?" "Apa maksud kamu?" Zeni heran mendengar jawaban Rian "Siang tadi, Surat itu sudah didistribusikan ke Dekan," sungut Rian sembari melangkahkan kakinya menuju gedung PKM "Berarti surat ini untuk arsip saja?" tanya Zeni, mengikuti langkah Rian "Kamu tahu, semua panitia orientasi Fakultas mencari keberadaan surat tersebut?" ucap Rian menghentikan langkahnya "Aku baru tahu selepas kelas Budgeting, suratnya tertukar dan berada didalam mapku?" jelas Zeni "Itu urusan kamu, Ketua panitia mencari kambing hitam atas hilangnya surat tersebut. Semua panitia terkena dampaknya atas ketidakprofesional dan terlambatnya deadline distribusi surat!" tegur Rian "Hai Rian, nanti selepas maghrib ada rapat orientasi Fakultas di sekretariat BEM?" ucap Frans menghampiri Zeni dan Rian "Ada rapat dadakan?" selidik Rian "Efek tadi siang, ketua panitia terus evaluasi kerja kepanitiaan. Kayaknya masih sewot? cecar Frans "Urusannya sudah selesai Zeni, sebentar lagi Maghrib, kamu cepat pulang ke kos?" tawar Rian Semenjak tadi Frans agak curiga melihat interaksi keduanya, apalagi terlihat wajah Zeni yang khawatir. "Memang ada apa Rian, kamu masih emosi gara-gara tadi disudutkan sama Roy untuk mencari surat yang hilang?" Frans menatap curiga "Maksudnya apa Frans, ada masalah Rian dan Roy?" tanya Zeni "Kamu tahu, tadi siang Rian mencari keberadaan Rita, sampai akhirnya Rian sendiri turun tangan membuat surat baru dan mendistribusikannya sendiri." Jelas Frans Terkejut Zeni mendengar penuturan Frans. "Sudah, aku tidak apa-apa, lekas pulang?" tekan Rian "Kamu mau pulang sekarang? Jam segini sudah tidak ada angkot, kalau sendirian mending cari tebengan?" saran Frans "Kamu diantar Rita saja pulangnya, pakai motorku," ucap Rian sembari menyerahkan kunci motor ke Zeni. "Terima kasih, maaf sudah merepotkan." jawab Zeni dengan sungkan menerima kunci dari Rian. Bergegas Frans dan Rian pergi ke gedung PKM untuk mempersiapkan rapat. Bola mata Zeni berkeliling mencari sosok Rita, terlihat Rita sedang duduk di gazebo. Bergegas Zeni pergi menghampiri Rita. "Rita, tadi ada masalah ya? Terkait surat yang hilang?" tanya Zeni dalam perjalanan. "Kamu sudah tahu dari Rian?" selidik Rita dengan fokus mengendarai motor "Frans yang cerita, sepertinya emosi mereka belum surut?" cecar Zeni sembari memberi isyarat untuk berhenti. "Aku yang salah, teledor memberi suara kepadamu? Sebaiknya cek terlebih dahulu surat yang aku kasih ke kamu, tugasku rangkap kepanitiaan jadi suratnya juga tercampur." jawab Rita dengan datar. "Terima kasih sudah mau mengantarkanku, mau mampir sebentar?" tawar Zeni sembari turun dari motor "Lain kali Zeni, sebentar lagi ada rapat" jawab Rita dengan tersenyum. Rita melajukan motornya menuju kampus. "Aku benar-benar tak habis pikir, mengapa rencanaku bisa gagal. Apa keistimewaan Zeni? Mahasiswa biasa malah cenderung udik dan kuno. Kenapa Rian malah terus membantunya?" sungut Rita dengan kesal.Without a moment’s hesitation, I posted the security footage online, along with more than a dozen restored intimate photos.The second the footage and photos hit the internet, they blew up.At first, some people still refused to believe it. They insisted I had edited everything and said I was jealous of Tina’s success, so I was trying to ruin her on purpose.But as more and more people came forward to confirm that the video was real, public opinion started to shift. One man even came forward under his real name and admitted he was one of the men Tina had been seeing.As the scandal kept growing, more and more people started speaking out online. Even the police statement from earlier became powerful proof. Tina’s reputation went into free fall.People dug up all kinds of dirt on her. Even her hotel hookups and abortions were exposed one after another.And just as I had guessed, that pregnancy report had indeed belonged to Tina. She had simply used my name on it.A lot of people c
Sam used his status as the so-called victim to build a huge following online.He and Tina were even praised by countless people as the perfect couple. A lot of commenters said the two of them were the reason they still believed in love.As for me, every time I went outside, I was met with hostility from other women and hit with one cruel remark after another.I was even fired from my job because they said my reputation had become too damaging. They refused to pay me the wages they still owed me.Not even my parents, who lived far away in my hometown, were spared.People dug up every detail about my family. Some even tracked my parents down, harassed them in person, and threw spoiled eggs at them.Our relatives blamed them for raising a shameless daughter and pressured them to cut ties with me.Even the neighbors banded together and demanded that my parents move out of the neighborhood. They said they refused to live next to a family with no morals.Once I had gathered enough ev
Tina used me as her star example during the livestream, flashing high-definition private photos of me across the screen. Mixed in were even a few intimate bedroom photos of me and Sam.The moment I saw those pictures, it felt like my whole heart dropped into ice. Nausea surged up from my stomach so violently that I couldn’t hold it back.I threw up on the spot. Only then did the crushing pressure in my chest ease a little.Those photos had only ever existed on Sam’s phone. And now Tina was putting them on public display without the slightest hesitation.Using my pictures, she started lecturing viewers on all the so-called ways to tell whether their girlfriend was still a virgin.She even pointed at my chest and said, “Any woman built like this has definitely been around.”The livestream comments instantly filled with disgusting remarks from male viewers. Countless people picked apart my body, and even Tina joined in.Some people in the comments cursed me out, asking if I was so
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the inside of Tina’s raised arm. A faint butterfly tattoo peeked through.That was when I finally remembered.Sam had designed that butterfly tattoo especially for Tina. His initials were even hidden in the wings.Keeping my expression calm, I casually asked Sam whether the original tattoo design could have been leaked. When he flatly said no, a bold thought began to take shape in my mind.What if the woman in those photos wasn’t me at all?What if it was Tina?I zoomed in on the photos again and again, studying every small detail. The longer I looked, the more certain I became. All at once, everything that hadn’t made sense before suddenly clicked into place.If the woman in those photos was Tina, then it made perfect sense that she had that thick stack of hotel receipts.I pointed to the bit of tattoo showing in one of the photos and pretended to study it more closely.“Tina, I’m pretty sure you have that same tattoo too. It
Keeping my face cold, I pulled out a photo of me with my mother and held it up for everyone to see, asking Tina if she even knew what genetics were.The moment she saw the picture, she acted like her professional authority had been insulted. Flushed with anger, she snapped at me, “And how do we k
Tina stared at me in disbelief. She stumbled back two steps, then threw herself into Sam’s arms and burst into tears.He comforted her softly, but when he looked at me, his eyes were full of disgust.Turning around, Tina let tears stream down her face. “Xena, I wanted to keep this secret for you.
Later, I was raped and left dead on the side of the road, with no one even bothering to claim my body.Meanwhile, Tina became a nationally famous influencer doctor. She got everything she wanted: fame, money, Sam, and a picture-perfect family with both a son and a daughter.“Xena Spencer, you slut
“Sam, I had no idea you were so into fondling boobs. Just look at what you’ve done to Xena.”Hearing Tina Lincoln joke with Sam Gibson in that half-teasing tone, I dug my nails into my palms until tiny beads of blood rose to the surface.In my last life, I had deliberately worn a fitted top becaus


















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