The Memories I Erased Chapter 11
Dere’s the tea! Phoebe Shaw’s boyfriend isn’t even sick! On the day he came in to resign, he got into a huge fight with her and ended up smashing the hard drive to pieces. I bet that’s the exact day he maliciously altered the data. Besides, they weren’t even together over the past five years!]
[No wonder! During those two livestreams, Phoebe didn’t sound as if she was in love at all when talking about her boyfriend. Turns out it was all empty threats.]
In an instant, the narrative flipped on its head as internet users turned their weapons directly on me. My direct messages blew up.
As attention poured onto me, all kinds of fake leaks came flooding in. People even dug up claims that I had interfered in David and Phoebe’s relationship, using my status as a wealthy heir to force David out of the country.
They alleged that after chasing Phoebe relentlessly for three years to no avail, I used product distribution channels as blackmail to force my way into her company and harass her for five whole years.
As rumors spread unchecked, the online backlash reached a breaking point. I originally planned to ignore the noise, but I never expected them to track down Cora’s company as well.
Cora couldn’t even go into the office, forced to work from home instead.
Meanwhile, Macy was practically losing her mind at my house, typing nonstop on her phone to battle the trolls online, getting over twenty accounts banned in the process.
Unable to tolerate it any longer, I went straight onto a live stream with rock-solid proof.
The photos Cora had previously hired someone to investigate became my greatest weapon. Sitting in front of the camera, I went through them with a completely stoic expression.
I laid out the timeline step-by-step, not just the sacrifices I’d made, but clear proof of Phoebe sneaking off to date David behind my back.
However, the internet crowd wasn’t buying it.
[AI is so advanced nowadays. I could Photoshop this many pictures too.]
[Besides, he doesn’t look sad at all while going through these photos. He’s not even trying to fake it. He clearly doesn’t love Phoebe.]
[Why would a rich heir slave away over a stove for someone else? Is his PR team’s strategy really so lazy?]
Without a word, I held my hand up to the screen, pointing out each scar and explaining exactly how I got it.
I matched every business-trip excuse Phoebe had ever texted me straight to the dates on David’s social media posts.
Finally, I pulled out my memory-erasure surgery consent form and the hospital surveillance footage showing me undergoing the procedure.
The internet went dead silent before the tide turned drastically.
[With this much evidence, could he actually be telling the truth? I mean, Phoebe Shaw’s side was just her word against his.]
[@PhoebeShaw, your defenses are falling apart! Get out here and face the music!]
[If this is real, a love-struck rich heir is actually such a cute trope… I kind of ship it, actually.]
o the person above: shipping a couple after they broke up? Don’t you think you’re a bit late?]
Before ending the stream, I spoke into the camera with absolute finality, “I have completely erased my memories of Phoebe, and I have zero desire to be involved with her ever again.
“Because of her baseless accusations, I had to rip open my painful past and lay it bare before the public. This is the first and last time.”
Phoebe caught the tail end of the stream, my final words hitting her like a physical blow. Finally, she realized that I was never going to love her again.
Driven by a crushing sense of loss, Phoebe rushed back to the company in a panic, desperate to find David ar.d have him figure out a plan.
Instead, she walked right in on David holding her assistant in a tight, intimate embrace. Suppressing her shock, she shoved the door wide open and threw the assistant out into the hallway.
“David! Damien has cut ties with me completely! What do I do?!”
David’s brows knitted together tightly as he caught the sheer terror in her voice. He couldn’t help but let out a cold, mocking laugh.
