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As he clicked away on his laptop, he couldn't help but mutter, "Memes are the modern hieroglyphics, after all." The result of their combined efforts was nothing short of astonishing. Their exposé erupted across social media platforms like wildfire. Memes, catchy headlines, and hard-hitting content merged to create a potent force that captured the attention of netizens far and wide. Shares, likes, and comments flooded in, and the message was spreading faster than a rumor in a small town. ‌

New post. I typed the caption in under ten seconds, fingers steady as stone. “Rumors are cheap. Evidence isn’t. Nate, next time hire someone who can forge better than a toddler with Photoshop. Luxera remains open for business. Always has. Always will. To everyone asking: yes, we’re fighting back. No, we’re not slowing down. See you in court baby boy.”

This is what love does to someone like me it destroys me from the inside out. Timothy's black sports car sits in the circular driveway, and I wonder if Madison is inside with him right now. Probably planning their future together while laughing about the pathetic Omega who thought she had a chance. My phone buzzes with another notification. Someone has created a meme using a screenshot from the video my face photoshopped onto a picture of a homeless dog peering through a restaurant window. The caption reads: "When you're an Omega but think you deserve Alpha attention." The comments are even worse:

The phone screen gradually dimmed, and I lit it up to type a reply. [Don’t mention it. I was disappointed.] I replied with a sad face emoji. [?] Jess sent, quickly followed by an [Oh dear... I thought he’s... you know, he looks huge. That’s definitely a fraud!] I giggled at Jess’s reply and sent [Yeah. Never judge by appearances.] I laughed as I exited the chat with Jess and scrolled down. My finger stopped at Nathan’s name. I clicked the chat, and a message popped up on the screen.

It didn’t take me long to figure out what was going on—Jaxon was going viral. “This is going to be fun,” Kade chuckled and then kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you later.” I watched him disappear and then kept walking. I stopped in front of a locker to peel off one of the stickers. It was a cartoonish meme of Jaxon, complete with exaggerated wide eyes and a speech bubble that read: "Bidding $5000 on an ex? Obsessed much?" I scoffed, shaking my head. The next one was even worse—"Jaxon’s Punch: Weakest Move of the Year."

Then Alexandre: “I know I crossed the line. But I don’t regret protecting what’s mine. And it’s not him who will have you.” I grip the cup tighter, to the point of feeling the heat burn my palm. “What’s mine.” These words swirl in my head. They don’t belong there. I belong to no one. — Seriously, is this a joke? Lucas barges into the living room, phone in hand. He’s already seen. Already read. Already understood too much. — Tell me this is a giant prank because right now, you’re becoming the focal point of a fucking national soap opera! I look up at him, tired, drained.

She was seconds away from deploying it. And then her entire system seized. A klaxon, loud and obnoxious, blared from her speakers. A message, written in a garish, sparkling pink font, filled her main screen: YOU HAVE BEEN CHALLENGED TO A MEME WAR BY @WEREWOLUV88! PREPARE FOR DEFEAT, HATER! “What the hell?!” Aria shrieked. Her network, her beautifully crafted, military-grade digital fortress, was being flooded. Not by a hostile government or a rival hacker, but by millions of requests from a single source: The Global Brother-in-Law Fan Club’s online forum.