A pregnant woman, five months along, came to my clothing store to shop.
I eagerly helped her try on several outfits.
To my surprise, the next day I was blasted online.
The woman claimed she’d miscarried after trying on clothes from my store.
A crowd came to my shop, trampled my clothes, and smashed all the glass in my doors and windows.
“The owner has a filthy disease! That means all the clothes in this shop are filthy!”
“She’s deliberately trying to infect other people with her disease!”
All the hard work I’d put into my business was destroyed.
My fiancé even came forward to accuse me: “She’s always been promiscuous! I saw with my own eyes that her private parts were rotten!”
I tried to explain, but no one believed me.
In the end, unable to bear the blows, I chose to jump to my death.
Only after I died did I learn that the pregnant woman was a minor internet celebrity, and the child she was carrying was my fiancé’s!
The influencer and my fiancé had plotted the whole incident to get more traffic!
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the pregnant influencer came to my shop to buy clothes.
