My Ex Sued Me for the Account We Built Together Chapter 01
Tyler Wilson and I had built one of the biggest couple accounts on the internet.
For the past six months, we’d been locked in a legal battle over who owned it.
Half an hour before the court hearing commenced, the courtroom was fully packed.
The livestream covering the case had already pulled in over a hundred thousand viewers. Everyone was waiting to see who would walk away with the 60-million-follower account.
But the audience never got the showdown they came for. I never showed up.
The previous night, Tyler had texted out of nowhere and asked to meet me. He sat in a secluded corner of our regular restaurant, rubbing his temples wearily.
“Sharon, just tell me how much you want to hand over the account. Riley hates having all those old clips of me still with you.”
Before I could reply, his phone blared sharply. His face softened instantly, and he cooed softly. “Head to bed. I’ll be home soon, babe.”
I stared at his face, once familiar yet now alien. All my resolve faded away in an instant.
“Forget it,” I said quietly. “You’ve won, Tyler. I’m done fighting for the account.”
—
Since I voluntarily conceded, Tyler won the lawsuit with ease. The account that had chronicled our life together for years officially became his.
The instant he walked out of the courthouse, a crowd of cameras surrounded him. I watched the entire incident unfold via another content creator’s live stream. I watched him instinctively tuck Riley Bennett behind him to shield her from the crowd.
Amid a flood of questions, Riley stepped forward confidently. “Thanks for all the love and support. We’re keeping the page alive, and we’ll keep bringing you even better content.”
Through the noise, I caught a few voices rising above the rest.
“We’ve heard Sharon handled all the planning and day-to-day work for Ty&Sha, while you only appeared on camera. Is that true?”
“We’ve heard you began seeing Riley while you were still in a relationship with Sharon. Is it true?”
Riley’s smile froze. Tyler froze for a second, then frowned and spoke in a measured tone.
“Sharon and I worked together as partners. This page was a labor of love for both of us, and I hate that things turned out this way. We parted on good terms, so I’d ask everyone not to make up stories.”
I let out a scoff, exited the live stream and switched off my phone screen.
Years had passed, and Tyler was no longer the bashful boy who blushed and stammered awkwardly on camera. Every word he spoke was formulaic and flawless. After spouting so many hollow excuses, was he merely deceiving strangers online—or had he come to believe them himself?
My phone kept buzzing. Messages poured in from brand collaborators and loyal fans, yet I replied to none.
Moments later, the smart lock clicked open. Tyler stood on the doorstep with Riley at his side. I stood by the refrigerator, my hand tightening slightly around the coconut water as I gave him a faint nod.
“I just came to collect a few belongings,” Tyler said awkwardly. “I won’t be long.”
“I’ve packed all your things,” I replied calmly. “The boxes are in the study.”
Riley shot me a fierce glare. “Tyler made all that money! The house and cars are yours now. Do you really have to kick him out this fast?”
I smiled thinly. “How about we swap? Would you pick the house and cars, or the 60M-follower page?”
Riley was instantly struck dumb.
Tyler hauled two suitcases from the study. “Riley didn’t mean it. Don’t take it personally.”
He turned to leave, then hesitated. His eyes drifted to the drink in my hand. “Take it easy with the iced drinks, Sharon. Take care of yourself.”
The front door clicked shut. I settled down on the living room floor rug.
I still remembered when we first renovated this place. Tyler had grabbed my hand excitedly and pointed at the empty corner. “Let’s put a fireplace right here. On winter nights, we can sit here watching shows with some hot drinks.”
But we never got to share that hot drink. We never made it to another winter together.
The house felt hollow now. Tyler had taken everything that belonged to him. Our five years together were long enough to haunt my sleepless nights, yet small enough to fit into two small suitcases.
My friend Summer was in Bali and sent me an invitation. “You’ve earned plenty—come enjoy yourself! Live it up! I’m waiting for you!”
Right before takeoff, a push notification appeared on my phone: [@Ty&Sha just posted. Tap to watch.]
By the time my plane landed, Summer was waiting for me at luggage claim, her face still clouded with anger.
“People online are unbelievable! How can they believe this stuff?”
