My Life As An Internet 소설 & 이야기

Bastards sexualizing my marriage when, if only they knew—he wouldn’t even touch me. I shouldn’t care so much. Or know so much. But Anna had made me go through countless internet blogs and comment sections. About twenty percent of the internet didn’t care, another ten percent was actually happy for us, and the rest? Well, the rest were just hateful. I also hated that there were now multiple background stories about me out there—different versions of my life that weren’t even mine. Again, I didn’t really care. This was about me and my husband. I smiled at the thought.

Gosh! What am I? A teenager? Why do I feel so giddy? “Tell me something,” I chose to ask, “Will you be fine with it, people will point fingers at us every now and then, taunting me, calling me names because I was a dancer.” I didn’t remove my head from his chest. “Was?” He asked. “I quit after today,” I told him, “But people will have our videos, what will you do when it suddenly circulates around the internet?” I asked, “Even if you get a solution from a witch, what will you do about the internet?”

“Internet fame money? That stuff is going to be gone in a flash, Andrew. She is not the first person to go viral on the internet, it doesn’t last. It’s not real.” He stepped forward. “It’s real enough to change our lives.” Claudia sighed. “Temporary highs aren't a success. You had a degree. A future. And now you're risking everything for a woman whose greatest ambition is to show her breasts online for likes and comments.” “That’s not fair!” “What is fair, Andrew?” she interrupted. “That Mom barely sleeps now because she's worried sick about where she went wrong? That you didn’t just fall for Ada, but you're building your entire life around her?”

And right below it, they'd attached a photoshopped obituary picture of me. The mastermind behind the post was none other than Robert. He painted himself as a hardworking, salt-of-the-earth entrepreneur who'd had everything ripped away by a malicious schemer. His incendiary words instantly set off an army of clueless netizens. "Scum like Tasha should just drop dead! Justice for Robert!" "How much of a greedy lowlife do you have to be to pull something like this? Isn't she afraid of karma coming back to bite her?" "Damn, she's actually from our city. What an absolute embarrassment to all of us!"

“I didn’t imagine you had lived just a life before. Thought you were born with a silver spoon and have been rich ever since you were small” “Why do you think so?” “I just guessed. The internet never said anything about this” “The internet doesn’t know everything. I give and show them what they want to know and they write it down” “Well, that’s is true, back to your story?” “You seem interested in it” I said. “I am” “After high school, I applied for a scholarship to my dream college, I got in and still worked part time. I finished college early enough. Age 20”

I have compiled everything I found about him in a safe file and made sure that I knew well enough before I made my final decision. "Baby, have you forgotten that I separate work from my personal life? I control what to disclose in the public about my life. What you saw on the internet, magazine, and interviews were the ones that I let to be disclosed in public and those are just a few and most of them are all about business."

“Um, no. After you abandoned me, I came here, posted, tweeted, and passed out. Slept like a damn baby.” Sidney frowned at Wes, but he continued to look back at her, blankly innocent. “How is the wide world of the internet?” he redirected. “I know that’s the first thing you checked when you woke up.” “Guilty,” she admitted. “It continues to go on without us. It is a bit creepy that everyone knows where I am and keeps asking about what I’m doing when I haven’t talked to them about it.” “That’s the consequence of posting and checking in everywhere you go.”

Emma’s POV They say the internet never forgets. And today, it remembered me too well — even though I hadn’t done anything but fall asleep in the wrong man’s arms three years ago... or was it days ago? I wasn’t sure anymore. Time had become a funny, cruel blur. What I did know was this: The world had finally caught up with the fantasy I was trying to live. And it was tearing it apart. My name was trending. Not in the cute “New CEO’s Wife Has Killer Style” kind of way.

I’d let Adrian control my life and allowed my family to dictate my choices. And where had that gotten me? Murdered by the very people I’d tried to please. And now, in this life, I realized I was doing the same thing. For weeks, I’d let the internet drive a narrative about me. I’d let them say I was a failure, a gold-digger, a woman who couldn’t handle responsibility, a woman who was desperately trying to cling to a dead relationship. They mocked me for trying to run a drowning company, judging every step I took as if my life were a movie they could watch for entertainment.