Setting Fire to Her Lies
Evil SIL
I set fire to my painting in front of the entire academy.
Thunderous applause erupts from the crowd as everyone thinks it's some kind of performance art.
Unlike them, Willow Laurent is distraught.
She rushes up and grabs my hand, questioning in a shrill voice, "Cassidy Seymour, have you gone mad? This is your only chance to prove yourself!"
I shake her hand off me coldly. My only chance? No… What she means is that it's her chance.
In my past life, I created this masterpiece with all my heart and soul. But she stole it from me and submitted it as her entry first.
Whether it was the composition, the colors, or even my original dot-stippling technique… She replicated every detail flawlessly.
Then, she won the National Young Artists Gold Award, signed with a top gallery, and became a rising star.
And what about me? I was condemned as a shameless plagiarist.
Insults and curses gradually drowned me.
"You shouldn't be an artist!"
"Plagiarists are scum! They should just die!"
Her fans stormed into my studio, smashed my art supplies, and broke my right hand.
As I saw no end to the hell that I was living in, I jumped down from the top floor of my studio.
When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the very day she first accuses me of plagiarism.