Chapter 11

People everywhere were branding me as an ungrateful, cold-hearted betrayer, claiming I'd returned kindness with spite and abandoned all ethical principles.

Insults poured in across social platforms, and my personal profile was inundated with such vitriol that it was eventually suspended.

I'm not sure who disclosed my contact information, but before I could even report it, my phone was flooded with abusive messages, one right after the other.

Left with no alternative, I had to switch off my device. Yet the harassment persisted.

The flat I'd recently leased was quickly discovered. That evening, my door was splattered with paint and my windows were shattered by thrown objects.

With my phone off, contacting the authorities wasn't an option. I could only sit on my bed, powerless, awaiting daybreak.

As dawn arrived, the commotion outside finally ceased, allowing me to get some rest.

The following day, while retrieving my medical results, I noticed people giving me odd glances.