That evening, I created a livestream account titled: "They Tried to Steal My House, So I Slapped a Bitch!"
For my profile picture, I selected a white rose just beginning to wilt.
The moment I went live, I dropped the high-definition footage from my doorway.

The whole sequence—from Ryan breaking in, to his girlfriend's entitled attitude, to my perfectly delivered slap and that line about dogs needing to beg, followed by my Oscar-worthy fainting spell.
The entire glorious drama, uncut and unfiltered.
The comments section went absolutely nuclear.
[Holy shit! Talk about coming in hot! This queen is gorgeous AND savage!]
["Even a dog would beg" is straight-up the most badass line I've heard all year!]
[Those two parasites make me want to vomit. That slap was JUSTICE!]

[Girl, get somewhere safe! Your family is psychotic! Please tell me this isn't happening in real-time!]
I ended the stream abruptly, leaving my audience desperate for more.
The next day, Ethan and Ivy showed up as a pair to check on me.
Ivy held a bowl of porridge, her eyes artificially reddened, blowing on each spoonful before offering it to me.

"Vivi, please try to eat something. You need to keep your strength up."
Ethan knelt beside me, clutching my hand, his eyes brimming with manufactured concern.
"We're just so worried about you, sweetheart."
I "weakly" swallowed a few spoonfuls, then "exhaustedly" drifted off to sleep.
They tucked the blanket around me and crept out of the room.
The moment they left, I fired up my hidden livestream.
My viewers had a perfect bird's-eye view of what happened next.
The second they thought I was asleep, they were all over each other on MY bed.
But that was just the warm-up act.
Ivy snuggled against Ethan's chest, pulled out her phone, and opened a wedding dress app.
She started virtually trying on dresses, striking poses and giggling.
Then, with a wicked gleam in her eye, she snatched our framed photo from my nightstand, uncapped her lipstick, and drew a grotesque clown face over my image.
She held up her handiwork to Ethan, her voice sickly sweet with venom:
"Babe, look! Much better now, don't you think?"
"When she's gone, we can stick her ashes behind this frame. That way she can watch us fuck in her bed every night. Poetic, right?"
Ethan grabbed her chin, smirking:
"Damn, you'd look hot in a trash bag. And don't worry, that mangy cat of hers is the first thing going to the shelter. Can't stand the fur everywhere."
The livestream absolutely exploded.
Viewers jumped from thousands to hundreds of thousands in minutes. The comments weren't just angry—they were out for blood.
[WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!!! I've never wanted to reach through a screen and strangle someone so badly!!!]
[Shopping for wedding dresses while she's DYING? And defacing her photos? These people aren't human—they're MONSTERS!]
[GIRL WAKE UP! You're sleeping in a nest of vipers!]
The rage was building to a fever pitch.
But patience…
This show was just getting started.