The Comeback: How I Destroyed the Friend Who Ruined Me Chapter 08
The next few days, the internet tore me apart.
The influencers posted their videos, full of righteous fury. The comment sections roasted me like I was the devil herself. Death threats poured into my social media. People called for my business to be shut
down. A few of them showed up outside my building with signs.
I stayed inside. I didn’t answer my phone. I didn’t read the comments. I just waited.
I waited for Dominic to figure out the truth.
Then, one night, a story broke that shook the whole city.
Dominic Marretti’s wife and his uncle Vincent were found dead in Vincent’s house. Both of them shot. Execution style. Kneecaps first, then the head. The kind of hit that sends a message.
The news called it a revenge killing. Gang related, they said. A settling of scores. The police had no
suspects.
But everyone knew. Everyone whispered. Everyone looked at Dominic.
The timing was too perfect. Evelyn and Vincent had humiliated him on a live stream watched by millions. They had made him look like a fool. And in Dominic’s world, looking like a fool was a death
sentence.
No one said it out loud. No one dared. But everyone thought it. Dominic had ordered the hit. Or maybe he
had done it himself.
The internet exploded. Theories flew everywhere.
But then something else happened.
A video appeared on Evelyn’s personal account. It had been uploaded in the middle of the night, but it wasn’t live. It was pre-recorded. A final message. Posted after she was already dead.
It was her. She was sitting in a room I didn’t recognize. Her face was bruised. Her lip was split. She looked like she had been crying for hours. Her hands were shaking so badly she could barely hold the phone.
“I’m sorry,” she said. Her voice was hoarse, like she had been screaming. “I’m so sorry, Scarlett. None of it
was true. None of it.”
She was crying now. Real tears. Not the act she had put on before. This was real fear.
“I lied about everything. The money. The gambling. The escorts. Scarlett never took anything from me. I was the one stealing from Dominic. I was the one cheating. I was the one who lost the baby because of
my own choices. Scarlett had nothing to do with any of it.”
Her eyes darted toward something off camera. She looked terrified.
“She’s innocent,” Evelyn said, talking faster now. “She’s always been innocent. I ruined her life because I was jealous. Because I wanted what she had. Because I’m a terrible person. Please. Please don’t-”
A man’s voice came from off screen. Low. Quiet. Unmistakable.
“That’s enough.”
It was Dominic.
Evelyn’s face went white. She opened her mouth to speak again.
Then the screen went black. A single gunshot echoed through the audio before the stream cut out completely.
The video stayed up for seven minutes before it was deleted. But seven minutes was all it took. Thousands of people had seen it. Thousands had screen recorded it.
The backlash was immediate. The influencers who had roasted me either deleted their videos or posted new ones apologizing. The comment sections flipped overnight. People who had called me every name in the book were now begging for my forgiveness.
Some of them even sent money. Donations. Apology gifts. I didn’t accept any of it.
I stayed inside. I didn’t talk to anyone. I just sat by the window and watched the world turn against Dominic the same way it had turned against me.
Julian called every day. He left messages. He sent flowers. I didn’t answer. I wasn’t ready.
And then, three weeks later, there was a knock at my door.
I looked through the peephole.
My heart stopped.
It was Dominic.
