I chased away gangsters for my female classmates, but the next day I was identified by her as obscene. Chapter 2

I became a pariah, a public enemy.

It didn't help that most people sided with her, the 'victim.'

The online mob attacked me, and they doxxed my dad.

They even claimed my dad’s heroic act years ago was just because he knew the kid he saved was from a rich family and he was trying to get a payout.

I lost my guaranteed spot at a top-tier university and was expelled from school.

My dad wrote a desperate letter in his own blood, then took his own life outside Tiffany’s house.

The news blew up, and public outrage reached a fever pitch.

The police reopened the investigation, and I was released, innocent.

But no university would accept me anymore, and more importantly, I’d lost my dad, the only family I had.

I drifted aimlessly for six months.

Outside an apartment complex, I saw Tiffany and her real attacker, Blake, walking hand-in-hand.

Furious, I charged over, demanding why she’d betrayed me like that.

“How could I, just a regular person, fight against the heir of the Blake Corporation?”

“If I hadn’t done what he said, my whole family would have been killed. I had no choice but to accuse you.”

I yelled, “Do you know you ruined my entire life?!”

“You’re still alive, aren’t you? So what if you went to an Ivy League school? You’d just end up working for rich people anyway.”

“But my dad died!”

She showed no remorse. “Everyone dies eventually. Better off dead, honestly.”

I was so angry I grabbed her by the throat.

Blake, who had been silent, yanked my collar. “Loser, hands off my girl!”

He shoved me hard.

I was hit by a speeding car, sent flying, and landed on the curb, dying instantly.

Now, hearing those screams nearby, a bitter smile touched my lips. Not this time. No way I’m making that mistake again.