Raise Your Bastard? Nah, Reborn to Return Your Future Jailbird! - Chapter 107: Chapter 107
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Jessica rode the attention wave like a pro.
Posted a huge exposé, acting like she was some poor victim speaking up against me.
She said I was sleeping with different guys while still on campus.
Said I had no morals.
And the internet? Ate it up.
Sure, a few people tried to stay neutral— "Don't judge without knowing the full story"—but they got drowned out by a flood of insults.
Thousands of comments stacked up like bricks in her comment section.
And then Ryan.
Yeah, he popped up in her new video—like they'd rehearsed the whole thing.
Played the heartbroken ex.
Cried on camera.
Said he gave me everything and I "betrayed" him.
The internet wept.
"Men like you don't deserve that kind of pain."
"You deserve someone better."
"Don't let her break your heart, King."
Some girls even offered themselves up in the comments.
Desperate.
And that last line from him?
Chef's kiss.
Just enough fake sympathy to stir the pot even more— "Please don't bully Mia. She's already broken."
Right.
Like he cared.
Then they came for me.
My socials got doxxed.
My inbox exploded.
Hundreds of strangers telling me to die, calling me names, threatening my family.
All based on lies.
They called it "justice."
They had no idea they were just being used.
Last time, those words tore me apart.
I couldn't sleep.
I started believing them.
I spiraled into depression.
But this time?
I stared at my DMs, stone-faced.
Some of the hate was laughably stupid.
The serious threats? Screenshotted.
Every vile message—documented.
You want to send me a gift?
Fine.
I'll send it right back—wrapped up nice for the cops.
The internet's not lawless.
You'll all get what's coming.
Then the "gifts" started coming.
A dead rat.
A black-and-white photo of me like I'd died.
A crusty pair of men's underwear.
Disgusting.
But I kept every single one.
Unbothered.
People started whispering that I'd snapped.
Maybe I had.
Finals were coming up when Jessica finally showed her face on campus again.
People's curiosity flared back to life.
They even placed bets on the forum.
"Will Mia lose her mind and go after Jessica?"
I didn't go looking for Jessica.
She came to me.
After my 8 AM lecture, she was waiting outside.
A whole crowd had gathered, watching.
And like always, she knew how to work a stage.
Fake tears.
Dramatic stares.
Little gasps like she had something so important to say but just couldn't.
She was good.
Gorgeous girl with teary eyes?
Instant sympathy.
"You don't have to be afraid," someone said.
"We're here for you."
"Tell us what she did. We've got your back."
Jessica sniffled.
Then spoke.
"Mia… I just said a few honest things. That's all.
I never thought she'd go this far. Please… just stop. I won't say anything ever again."
The crowd ate it up.
Their eyes burned into me, waiting for a meltdown.
I leaned back on a desk, watching the show.
Jessica caught my blank stare.
Her panic flickered for a split second, but she kept going.
Someone yelled,
"She bullied you, didn't she? Say it! We'll help you!"
"She can't scare you anymore!"
Jessica gave a dramatic little flinch, like just looking at me terrified her.
Flashes from phone cameras went off around us.
Then, for the big finale—she pulled out her phone.
"Look," she said,
"These are the threats I got. From her."
Screenshots of someone threatening her—if she didn't shut up, they'd "deal with her."
A few people gasped.
Someone pointed at the screen.
"Wait—isn't that Mia's Instagram handle?"
Bingo.
Right on cue.
"She's the one sleeping around and now she's mad people are talking?"
"Wait, she threatened someone? Can we call campus security or something?"
"Ugh, I can't believe I go to the same school as this trash."
"Well, you're still breathing the same air—why haven't you dropped dead from disgust yet?"
Taylor shoved through the crowd just in time to throw that one back.
"Taylor, come on, that was harsh! That girl was probably just upset and spoke out of turn."
Jessica shrank the second Taylor showed up.
Her voice went all quiet, and her hands started shaking like she was about to faint.
Big fat tears hit the floor one after another.
"Oh my God, look at her—she's terrified! They've probably been bullying her in the dorm!"
"Poor Jessica... we've gotta do something! We can't let bullies get away with this!"
Watching her act all helpless while dragging Taylor into her little circus made me sick.
It was the same tired game on repeat.
But I wasn't the same Mia anymore. Not this time.
Posted a huge exposé, acting like she was some poor victim speaking up against me.
She said I was sleeping with different guys while still on campus.
Said I had no morals.
And the internet? Ate it up.
Sure, a few people tried to stay neutral— "Don't judge without knowing the full story"—but they got drowned out by a flood of insults.
Thousands of comments stacked up like bricks in her comment section.
And then Ryan.
Yeah, he popped up in her new video—like they'd rehearsed the whole thing.
Played the heartbroken ex.
Cried on camera.
Said he gave me everything and I "betrayed" him.
The internet wept.
"Men like you don't deserve that kind of pain."
"You deserve someone better."
"Don't let her break your heart, King."
Some girls even offered themselves up in the comments.
Desperate.
And that last line from him?
Chef's kiss.
Just enough fake sympathy to stir the pot even more— "Please don't bully Mia. She's already broken."
Right.
Like he cared.
Then they came for me.
My socials got doxxed.
My inbox exploded.
Hundreds of strangers telling me to die, calling me names, threatening my family.
All based on lies.
They called it "justice."
They had no idea they were just being used.
Last time, those words tore me apart.
I couldn't sleep.
I started believing them.
I spiraled into depression.
But this time?
I stared at my DMs, stone-faced.
Some of the hate was laughably stupid.
The serious threats? Screenshotted.
Every vile message—documented.
You want to send me a gift?
Fine.
I'll send it right back—wrapped up nice for the cops.
The internet's not lawless.
You'll all get what's coming.
Then the "gifts" started coming.
A dead rat.
A black-and-white photo of me like I'd died.
A crusty pair of men's underwear.
Disgusting.
But I kept every single one.
Unbothered.
People started whispering that I'd snapped.
Maybe I had.
Finals were coming up when Jessica finally showed her face on campus again.
People's curiosity flared back to life.
They even placed bets on the forum.
"Will Mia lose her mind and go after Jessica?"
I didn't go looking for Jessica.
She came to me.
After my 8 AM lecture, she was waiting outside.
A whole crowd had gathered, watching.
And like always, she knew how to work a stage.
Fake tears.
Dramatic stares.
Little gasps like she had something so important to say but just couldn't.
She was good.
Gorgeous girl with teary eyes?
Instant sympathy.
"You don't have to be afraid," someone said.
"We're here for you."
"Tell us what she did. We've got your back."
Jessica sniffled.
Then spoke.
"Mia… I just said a few honest things. That's all.
I never thought she'd go this far. Please… just stop. I won't say anything ever again."
The crowd ate it up.
Their eyes burned into me, waiting for a meltdown.
I leaned back on a desk, watching the show.
Jessica caught my blank stare.
Her panic flickered for a split second, but she kept going.
Someone yelled,
"She bullied you, didn't she? Say it! We'll help you!"
"She can't scare you anymore!"
Jessica gave a dramatic little flinch, like just looking at me terrified her.
Flashes from phone cameras went off around us.
Then, for the big finale—she pulled out her phone.
"Look," she said,
"These are the threats I got. From her."
Screenshots of someone threatening her—if she didn't shut up, they'd "deal with her."
A few people gasped.
Someone pointed at the screen.
"Wait—isn't that Mia's Instagram handle?"
Bingo.
Right on cue.
"She's the one sleeping around and now she's mad people are talking?"
"Wait, she threatened someone? Can we call campus security or something?"
"Ugh, I can't believe I go to the same school as this trash."
"Well, you're still breathing the same air—why haven't you dropped dead from disgust yet?"
Taylor shoved through the crowd just in time to throw that one back.
"Taylor, come on, that was harsh! That girl was probably just upset and spoke out of turn."
Jessica shrank the second Taylor showed up.
Her voice went all quiet, and her hands started shaking like she was about to faint.
Big fat tears hit the floor one after another.
"Oh my God, look at her—she's terrified! They've probably been bullying her in the dorm!"
"Poor Jessica... we've gotta do something! We can't let bullies get away with this!"
Watching her act all helpless while dragging Taylor into her little circus made me sick.
It was the same tired game on repeat.
But I wasn't the same Mia anymore. Not this time.
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