Lahat ng Kabanata ng Defamed by an Influencer, Avenged Across Lifetimes: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

I froze for a moment, a flicker of shock flashing through my eyes.Sandra Shelby had been reborn too."Honey, I regret it so much. In our last life, I was too weak—I made you bear everything alone. This time, I won't give up, no matter what."I lunged forward and wrapped her in my arms, tears spilling uncontrollably.In our previous life, Sandra had believed, with naive conviction, that the innocent would remain innocent—that as long as she had done nothing wrong, the hospital and the law would eventually clear her name.But she had forgotten that in an age where traffic is king, public opinion has never needed the truth."Which bed is that male patient in now?" I wiped my tears and asked."Bed 16, a private room. Just now, he insisted I examine him alone, said he had pain in his lower abdomen."As she spoke, a nurse rushed in breathlessly. "Dr. Shelby, the patient in Bed 16 is causing trouble again! He says our nurses aren't professional and is demanding that you examine him p

At eight that evening, Corey went live, tearfully recounting his story."I'm too scared to report this to the police. I'm afraid she'll retaliate. She has power and influence. I'm just a small influencer… Even her husband threatened me, said he'd kill me…"The livestream chat flooded with messages like "Protect Corey Pickett" and "Sandra Shelby should die."At that very moment, Sandra started her own livestream.The title was blunt and direct: [Evidence Regarding Corey Pickett's False Accusations].Corey's fans rushed over, ready to overwhelm her stream.On screen, Sandra sat in a crisp white coat, with me and a lawyer beside her.No theatrics. No self-pity.Without a word, she played the hospital stairwell surveillance footage—high-definition, no blind spots.In the video, Corey walked into a corner holding a phone stabilizer. He glanced around first, making sure no one was there. Then, unbelievably, he tore open his own shirt and clawed several deep marks across his chest.

Sandra froze, then grabbed my shoulders anxiously. "Honey, who is she? Do you know her?"I took a deep breath but didn't answer her.Instead, I turned and locked eyes with Corey."Not only do I know who she is, but I also know she was the one who approached you first, wasn't she?"I spoke with certainty.The smile on Corey's face stiffened for a split second. A flicker of panic crossed his eyes before he quickly masked it."Cut the act."He rolled his eyes. "Thomas, this isn't a livestream. There's no brainless audience here to watch you perform. It's just the three of us—who do you think you're fooling, Sherlock? Trying to bluff me? Save it."I let out a soft laugh. "Corey, the stand-in you found is impressive. About five-seven, slender build, and her face is at least eighty percent similar to Sandra's."Corey scoffed. "That's because it is Sandra!""Is it?"I leaned in close, lowering my voice by his ear, enunciating each word."Then you'd better tell her—if she's going t

A reporter held up her phone, the screen displaying Corey's latest post.[My life is ruined. I've been diagnosed with syphilis. Sandra Shelby, is this your revenge on me?]The reporter pressed forward aggressively. "Dr. Shelby, Corey has already been diagnosed with a sexually transmitted disease, and the timeline matches perfectly! Doesn't this confirm that you had an affair during your marriage and even coerced and harmed a male patient?""Thomas, your wife has caused such a scandal—are you still going to defend her? Where exactly is your bottom line?"The crowd erupted."Shameless woman!""And this guy's an idiot too! He still won't divorce her!"Looking at the reporters, their eyes gleaming with excitement, and the crowd reveling in the spectacle, I didn't get angry.I laughed.The person behind all this had finally lost their patience. But the tactic… was nothing new.In our previous life, Corey had used the exact same trick.After the video surfaced, Sandra and I had be

Half an hour later, Sandra and I arrived at the hospital rooftop.A figure stood with their back to us, wearing the exact same white coat as Sandra.For a moment, even Sandra froze. The silhouette—the posture—was like looking into a mirror."You're finally here."The person slowly turned around. A mask covered their face, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses rested on their nose. The eyes and brows that showed were indistinguishable from Sandra's."Rick," I called out, my voice trembling slightly in the wind. "Stop pretending."The figure paused, then let out a sharp, chilling laugh.He raised a hand, tore off the wig, and peeled away the lifelike mask, revealing a gloomy male face—one that bore a striking resemblance to mine.Sandra sucked in a breath. After a long moment, she cried out, "You're… Thomas's older brother?!"Rick Wendell tossed the mask to the ground and stared at me with a dark intensity."Thomas, you really are hard to kill. In our last life, I didn't even have