Chapter 11

Across the internet, I was being labeled as an ungrateful and heartless traitor. People claimed I had repaid kindness with malice and abandoned all moral standards.

Abuse flooded my social media accounts, with such intense negativity that my profile was eventually blocked.

Someone leaked my contact details, and before I could report it, my phone was bombarded with hurtful messages, one after another.

I had no choice but to turn off my phone. However, the attacks didn't stop there.

My newly rented apartment was quickly found. That night, someone threw paint on my door and smashed my windows with various objects.

Unable to use my phone, I couldn't call for help. I could only sit helplessly on my bed, waiting for morning to come.

As the sun rose, the chaos outside finally died down, allowing me to get some sleep.

The next day, while getting my medical results, I noticed people giving me strange looks.