It may have been a post slandering me, but the contents were so funny I couldn’t take it seriously. However, the comments below the post were even worse.
river1911: ”How is she still alive? It’s amazing that those guys haven’t already killed her.”
xx_love_xx: ”As a woman, she is lower than pond scum. How shameful.”
m00nlights0nata: ”I know her. She’s just a whore who loves to seduce taken men. Be careful!
“Are these idiots blind? Eve is the most well-behaved woman I have ever known. How could she have time to hook up with other guys? You’re done for,” Christopher murmured as he typed furiously.
christopherlane: ”Who has she seduced? Do you have any proof? Did you know that your brain isn’t made for making up stories? Just wait for your own boyfriend to dump you. If you make up any more rumors, you’re screwed.”
m00nlights0nata: ”Don’t get all high and mighty because you’re using Christopher Lane’s name as a username. Come and fight me if you’re so mad. Yvonne deserves to get hated on. Why are you protecting her? I bet you’re Yvonne herself. You might as well go hang yourself for all the sh*t you’ve done.”
christopherlane: ”Did she kill your family or burn down your house? Has she stolen your man? No wonder you’re single with a mouth like a septic tank.”
Christopher read the replies out loud as he typed them. He would jump from comment to comment, retaliating against them as if he were an 18-year-old keyboard warrior.
As I watched, I couldn’t help but giggle. Christopher turned around and was about to say something when his computer ding-ed.
m00nlights0nata: ”I’m pretty enough to find a man who will take me as his wife, not as a mistress. Once a wh*re, you remain a wh*e. Ms. Tanner, you just wait for Christopher Lane to get rid of you.
Christopher slammed a hand on the desk and yelled, “I’m going to get someone to hack into this user’s laptop and expose all of her private information!”
“Chris, that’s just some kid’s talk. Don’t worry about it,” I said as I tugged his sleeve gently. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of his anxious expression. I couldn’t believe he could be this cute.
“I don’t care. If I don’t get revenge on this person, I might as well get struck by lightning.” Christopher speedily dialed a number and hissed, “In one hour, I want you to hack whoever wrote this post and the accounts of all the replies under it. Expose all their private information and post it on every single website available.”
“Mr. Lane, it’s three-thirty in the morning!” the person on the other end protested sleepily.
“So what? You can have tomorrow off if you settle this right now. If not, you’re fired.” Christopher hung up his phone and slammed it on the table.
I squeezed in next to him on the sofa and leaned on his shoulder. He was glaring at the computer screen like a child throwing a hissy fit, and I poked his cheek while giggling. “You should be sleeping now. Why did you wake up to do something so pointless?”
“This isn’t pointless. How could I allow anyone to spread those sorts of stories about my wife? I had to do something,” Christopher said dully.
“They can say whatever they want, but we know the truth. What does it matter if they spread rumors like these? You’re wise enough to know that the truth and is what matters. Why stoop to their level when you can just laugh at them for being dumb?” I chuckled and snuggled into him even more. I knew he had been in a bad mood since the moment he came home, so Julia must have said something.”
“That’s a pretty far-fetched consolation,” Christopher said with a straight face. He buried his head into my chest. “Why don’t you tell them off instead?”
I didn’t know what to say to that. As expected, Christopher still cared about what Monica did and Julia’s attitude toward us. He might not say it, but they were people he cared about after all.
“Okay, then, wise boy. How do you want to go about everything?” I asked mildly.
Christopher narrowed his eyes and they glinted coldly with his stare. “I want to blow this up to the point that everyone hears about it.”
