His Side Chick Made Him Dump Me… 100 Times! Now Watch Him Beg! - Chapter 73: Chapter 73

Logan's Story
At the cemetery, I pulled off my baseball cap, revealing the ugly scar across my forehead.
I placed white roses on the headstone that read "Alex Morrison."
"I got justice for you, Alex."
Two years ago, he killed himself. Depression, they said.
When our parents divorced, Alex took our stepdad's last name—Morrison. We didn't see each other much after that, but we stayed close online.
After he died, I flew back from overseas. Took me forever to piece together what really happened to him.
Alex had gone viral for some documentary about "empowering young women." Suddenly he had tons of female fans—including some seriously unhinged stalkers.
This psycho bitch followed him everywhere, took creepy photos through his windows, invaded his privacy completely.
She photoshopped those pictures into fake porn, making it look like he was hooking up with different women.
The courts eventually cleared his name, but the damage was done. His reputation was trashed. Nobody wanted to work with him anymore.
He kept trying to explain, kept defending himself, but that just made the whole thing blow up even bigger.
His agency dropped him. His girlfriend left him.
Alex spiraled into depression, but his stalker wouldn't quit. She broke into his apartment, changed his locks, stole his clothes, drank from his cups, left lipstick kisses on his mirrors...
He couldn't take it anymore. So he jumped.
That sick bitch even filmed his suicide and sold the footage on some underground forum.
Overnight, my brother became a meme—the poster boy for "weakness." People laughed at his death.
Since he killed himself, technically there was no murderer.
But if the law wouldn't punish his killer, I would.
Took me a year to track down that stalker fan—Beth Sullivan, working at some boring-ass trading company.
To get my revenge, I trashed my appearance, made myself look like a homeless guy.
But I needed backup.
I found it at Alex's grave—fans who still visited him. Derek and his sister Katie.
"Alex saved my sister," Derek told me. "Kept her from going down a dark path with his videos."
"Count me in."
We decided Beth would suffer everything Alex did.
First, we'd make her feel watched, hunted. Then we'd destroy her reputation, turn her boyfriend against her, let the internet mob tear her apart. Finally, she'd jump just like Alex did.
That first "accidental" encounter? I set it up, got close to her on purpose.
When Beth hit me, I let myself fall off that roof. I'd hidden a blood capsule in my mouth and taken pills to slow my pulse way down.
Beth panicked, just like I knew she would. The guilty bitch didn't call the cops—she tried to cover it up.
She couldn't move a "body" alone, so she turned to Derek for help.
The corpse they stuffed in that suitcase? Derek snagged it from the hospital morgue—some John Doe nobody claimed.
Mission accomplished. Alex can finally rest in peace.
As for me? Time to go to another place to atone for my sins.