The Live Feed Revenge

With my second chance at life, the first thing I did was undergo a double mastectomy.

In my previous life, my celebrity boyfriend had brought me and my sister onto a dating reality show.

During the live broadcast, my sister declared that one of my breasts appeared larger than the other because I'd been "asymmetrically handled by too many men."

As a top Ivy League pre-med graduate, everyone took her professional opinion as undeniable truth.

My boyfriend slapped me across the face without even hearing my side and publicly dumped me on the spot.

The comments section exploded, "Serves her right! That bitch deserved it for playing with our boy's heart!"

Countless internet trolls cyberbullied me across every platforms, calling me a "cheap whore" and "the town bicycle."

My boyfriend's fans even showed up at my apartment, becoming physically violent with me and even my parents.

The humiliation became unbearable.

I ended up taking my own life.

After my death, my sister built her career on her "brutally honest women's health expert,"persona, teaming up with my ex-boyfriend as television's new power couple. They became overnight sensations.

Now, back at the beginning, I looked down at my flat chest.

Let's see them try to slut-shame me without the ammunition.

My sister, Chloe, gasped dramatically for the cameras.

"Sarah, your breasts are visibly uneven! From a medical perspective, it looks like they've been groped asymmetrically by multiple partners!"

Through her lapel mic, her words echoed to everyone watching the live stream.

My boyfriend, Kyle, immediately took the bait. "Sarah, I never touched you like that! Which bastard did this?!"

I watched him storm toward me, just like before. I subtly positioned myself closer to Chloe.

He reached me, hand raised to strike.

I grabbed Chloe's wrist and yanked her forward.

Smack!

Kyle's palm connected squarely with Chloe's face.

The entire set gasped. Kyle stood frozen, stunned by what he'd done.

I feigned shock. "Kyle! How could you hit Chloe?"

Chloe clutched her reddening cheek, pointing accusingly at me. "She pulled me in front of you! This was deliberate!"

Kyle snapped out of it, turning his anger toward me. "Sarah, I never thought you'd sink this low. Not only did you cheat, but you'd use your own sister as a human shield? We're through!"

The comments exploded. "Kyle is too good for her! What a skank!"

"She's complete trash! A total trainwreck!"

Seeing those words "slut" and "bitch" flashing across the screen used to destroy me.

Now, they just felt me cold. I knew the surgery had been the right decision.

Last time, those insults and attacks drove me to kill myself.

This time, I looked at Chloe's swelling face.

Don't cry yet, sis. This is only the beginning.

Kyle was jabbing his finger toward my face, swearing he'd never been rough with me, calling me a slut who sold herself.

Chloe hid behind him, eyes welling with manufactured tears, playing the victim perfectly.

Everyone else on set and watching live was hungry for the next dramatic moment.

I laughed coldly, speaking clearly into the cameras.

"I have never been promiscuous. Breast asymmetry is a common physiological condition. I can provide official medical documentation to prove this."

A few supportive comments surfaced in the live chat. "Maybe we shouldn't jump to conclusions? Where's the actual proof?"

But they were immediately buried by Kyle's fans. "Oh please, anyone can buy a doctor's note!"

"Yeah, don't fall for her lies, Kyle!"

Kyle saw the comments, his face twisting with disgust. "You had that excuse ready, didn't you? You'll do anything to cling to me. I don't believe a word you say."

Just like before, they were tag-teaming, controlling the narrative.

Even if I suggested a medical examination, they'd find a way to discredit it.

This time, I couldn't wait to watch their lies unravel.

Chloe approached meekly, tugging my sleeve. "I'm sorry, Sarah. I shouldn't have said it publicly.. It's just my professional instinct. You know I'm just blunt and honest."

God, she was such a master manipulator.

Her performance fueled another wave of angry comments.

"Chloe is so sweet and professional! She doesn't deserve a sister like Sarah!"

"Don't apologize, Chloe! It's not your fault!"

I ignored the chat, locking eyes with Chloe. "Yeah, you're so 'blunt.' It's like your brain is directly wired to your asshole."

Her face flushed crimson. "How dare you...!!"

I turned to the camera, completely deadpan. "She's such a blessing? You can have her. All of you can have this 'blessing'."

Comments fired back. "What, can't prove your innocence so you resort to insults?"

"Nothing but empty threats."

I smirked. "What if I can prove it?"

Chloe immediately countered. "Impossible. I'm the medical expert here."

"If I can prove my innocence, the two of you will slap each other ten times as payback for your filthy mouths. How about that?"

Chloe didn't hesitate. "Fine! You're on!"

Seeing her confident only made me even more eager for what was coming.

I addressed the audience directly. "You all heard it. Everyone here is my witness. If I prove my innocence, they slap each other ten times."

The chat went wild. "Hell yeah! I want to see the slap fest!"

"I don't even care who's right anymore, just start slapping!"

Kyle watched his supportive comments get drowned out by the bloodthirsty mob, his face paling noticeably.

He was desperately trying to salvage his pride. "How exactly do you plan to prove this? With some forged medical certificate? I bet you had it prepared in advance!"

"Everyone can see the truth. Stop trying to deceive people, Sarah."

Chloe chimed in with her practiced innocence.

"Sarah, I'm the medical professional here. I told you it's from being handled improperly. Why insist on an examination?"

She pretended to have a sudden realization. "Oh! I understand now! You just want a male doctor to examine you, don't you?!"

Kyle latched onto this like a lifeline. "Chloe's right! I can't believe you'd be this desperate. We're on a dating show, and you're thinking about strange men touching you? You're disgusting, Sarah!"

"A woman's virtue is everything. I've never seen such a shameless woman."

The comments section devoured every word. "If it weren't true, any other woman would be crying and trying to prove her innocence. Sarah's too calm. They must be right."

"I'm a woman myself, and I have to agree."

"Yeah, she seems overly prepared."

Internally, I was seething. The internet had become a circus of mindless followers.

Kyle, emboldened by the comments, grew increasingly outrageous, throwing out any accusation that came to mind.

And the audience believed him.

Chloe kept pouring fuel on the fire.

Even after living through this once before, seeing my own sisterthe one I'd always proctectedand my boyfriend of three years slander me so viciously on national television still cut deep.

I was done arguing. "Then tell me. What evidence would you accept to prove I'm telling the truth?"

Chloe preened, smoothing her hair. "Sarah, you're so stubborn. It's the truth. No matter what you show, I'm right."

"I'm your sister. Why would I lie? If you get treatment early, you might still recover."

"I don't understand. I'm just trying to help you, and you're attacking me."

She even wiped away nonexistent tears.

So pure, so innocent, yet all she wanted was to force me to admit to being unfaithful.

Her performance was making me physically ill.

I glared at her. "Stop talking. Everything you're saying is worth less than dirt."

"Just tell me what proof you need to see that I'm telling the truth, and that you and Kyle are full of shit."

Seeing me stand my ground, the chat began to waver.

"Holy crap, maybe Sarah is telling the truth?"

"Chloe's from a top university. If she misdiagnosed this on live TV, her school's reputation would be ruined."

"Both of them sound so certain... I don't know who to believe anymore..."

While Chloe and I were going at it, the live viewer count skyrocketed from tens of thousands to over a million.

The topic dominated the trending lists.

The producers, who had initially considered intervening, now wanted us to fight even more.

Kyle saw the numbers. He was a Z-list celebrity but he didn't want a permanent stain on his record.

He wanted this over with. "Enough, Sarah! Stop making a scene. Just apologize to Chloe, and we can move on. Otherwise, you'll ruin your reputation forever. No one will want you then."

What a piece of work. I wanted to shove his words right back down his throat.

Chloe piled on the pressure. "Yeah, Sarah. I'm from an Ivy League school. Even if you try to make me look bad, I won't let my school down."

As soon as she finished, I flung a stack of papers in her face. "Here! Take a look at this!"

Before Chloe could get angry, Kyle snatched the papers.

"Medical Diagnosis Report" was written in bold letters.

Page after page stated the same fact, "Sarah diagnosed with Breast Cancer."

Then I pulled out another document and held it up to the camera.

It was my mastectomy surgery record.

Black and white, clear as day.

Chloe and Kyle scrutinized the papers.

Chloe let out a cold laugh. "Sarah, I can't believe you'd sink this low. You even forged surgery documents?"

"When did you become this kind of person? Just because Kyle broke up with you? You don't have to lie to everyone and yourself!"

Everyone looked at my chest. It did appear uneven, but not like I'd undergone a mastectomy.

Doubts surfaced. I heard men on set muttering in support of Chloe.

I crossed my arms, a mocking smile on my face. "Oh? You think I bribed a hospital? Why don't you take a closer look at which hospital issued these documents."

Chloe's eyes widened when she saw the hospital name.

It was the prestigious teaching hospital affiliated with her own university!

Watching Chloe's face turn from red to green was priceless.

She was trapped. Calling the documents fake meant disgracing her school. Admitting they were real meant disgracing herself.

After a moment of internal struggle, she put on her pitiful act again, eyes welling up. "Sarah, if you say it's from my school, then fine. I admit I misdiagnosed you."

"Please don't blame the school. My actions have nothing to do with my university."

She kept emphasizing her school, clearly implying that even if my documents were fake, she'd take the fall to protect her school's reputation.

What a performance. If I hadn't lived through this before, I'd be spitting blood.

The comments shifted instantly. "This Sarah is so manipulative! She's forcing Chloe to apologize!"

"Chloe is such a good person, taking the blame to protect her school!"

"Chloe, you don't need to apologize! It's that scheming bitch who should apologize!"

"God, what a cunning woman. Poor Chloe had to put up with her for over twenty years."

Behind the camera, Chloe's twisted face and provocative eyes screamed "You're dead."

I shot back the same look, You're the one who's dead.

I stared her down.

Under everyone's gaze, I pulled my T-shirt off, then began removing the padding out of my bra.

One piece, two pieces, three pieces...

On the big screen, everyone gasped, their eyes wide with shock.

Beneath my shirt, across my chest, were the horrific scars left by the mastectomy surgery!