They Framed Me as a Fraud, So I Exposed Them Live - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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The once-powerful host Olivia met her downfall in spectacular fashion.
When the audience called her out for shoving me offstage and screaming at me to leave without explanation, they weren't buying her usual act. This wasn't justice—it was pure disrespect.
Cornered and exposed, Olivia snapped. "What do you know?! A bunch of idiots!" she shrieked at the crowd before throwing a punch. That single moment of rage destroyed her career. The industry branded her as emotionally unstable, and no one would hire her again.
Broken and desperate, she turned to gambling, losing everything—her home, her dignity—until she ended up on the streets.
Wendy didn't fare much better.
Under mounting pressure, she finally confessed online to faking her academic credentials, stepping down as president and issuing a half-hearted apology to me. But I was already flooded with offers—too busy to even glance her way.
Instead, Wendy faced a storm of canceled accounts, relentless online hate, and legal pressure from the embassy. Eventually, she cracked.
One day, she posted a photo of a lavish afternoon tea with the caption:
#RichLadyLife
[A starving camel is still bigger than a horse! Luxury mansion, sports cars, Hawaii vacations… What I have, you peasants will never touch in your pathetic lives!]
The internet exploded.
That same day, her husband's company stock crashed. That night, her father-in-law chased her out of the house with a cane.
A viral video showed Wendy on her knees, bleeding, begging: "Dad, please! Just let me stay—give me something to eat!"
"Get out!" he roared before striking her across the face.
I don't know what strings her in-laws pulled, but Wendy was gone soon after.
The once-powerful businesswoman was later spotted scavenging through trash. The next time I saw her, she was getting beaten—by the very security guard who'd once helped her bully me.
"This is all your fault, you witch!" he screamed. "Because of you, I got doxxed and fired!"
As Wendy writhed in the dirt, she spotted me walking by. Snot and tears streaked her face as she crawled toward me.
"Please! Call the police—they'll kill me!" she sobbed. "I was wrong, okay? I'm sorry!"
She kowtowed frantically—faster, harder than my parents ever had.
I tilted my head toward the corner. "You don't have to beg. The cops are already right over there."
Wendy's face turned purple with rage.
I walked away without another word.
Later, when I heard Wendy had resorted to dumpster diving, I felt nothing. Not even when more than a dozen CEOs stepped down in disgrace.
I was too busy building my own studio—a platform to empower job seekers.
Through videos, I shared industry insights, listened to their struggles, and used my millions-strong following to fight for fairness.
I proved they didn't have to kneel.
They had the right to stand.
To fight.
To win.
(The End)
When the audience called her out for shoving me offstage and screaming at me to leave without explanation, they weren't buying her usual act. This wasn't justice—it was pure disrespect.
Cornered and exposed, Olivia snapped. "What do you know?! A bunch of idiots!" she shrieked at the crowd before throwing a punch. That single moment of rage destroyed her career. The industry branded her as emotionally unstable, and no one would hire her again.
Broken and desperate, she turned to gambling, losing everything—her home, her dignity—until she ended up on the streets.
Wendy didn't fare much better.
Under mounting pressure, she finally confessed online to faking her academic credentials, stepping down as president and issuing a half-hearted apology to me. But I was already flooded with offers—too busy to even glance her way.
Instead, Wendy faced a storm of canceled accounts, relentless online hate, and legal pressure from the embassy. Eventually, she cracked.
One day, she posted a photo of a lavish afternoon tea with the caption:
#RichLadyLife
[A starving camel is still bigger than a horse! Luxury mansion, sports cars, Hawaii vacations… What I have, you peasants will never touch in your pathetic lives!]
The internet exploded.
That same day, her husband's company stock crashed. That night, her father-in-law chased her out of the house with a cane.
A viral video showed Wendy on her knees, bleeding, begging: "Dad, please! Just let me stay—give me something to eat!"
"Get out!" he roared before striking her across the face.
I don't know what strings her in-laws pulled, but Wendy was gone soon after.
The once-powerful businesswoman was later spotted scavenging through trash. The next time I saw her, she was getting beaten—by the very security guard who'd once helped her bully me.
"This is all your fault, you witch!" he screamed. "Because of you, I got doxxed and fired!"
As Wendy writhed in the dirt, she spotted me walking by. Snot and tears streaked her face as she crawled toward me.
"Please! Call the police—they'll kill me!" she sobbed. "I was wrong, okay? I'm sorry!"
She kowtowed frantically—faster, harder than my parents ever had.
I tilted my head toward the corner. "You don't have to beg. The cops are already right over there."
Wendy's face turned purple with rage.
I walked away without another word.
Later, when I heard Wendy had resorted to dumpster diving, I felt nothing. Not even when more than a dozen CEOs stepped down in disgrace.
I was too busy building my own studio—a platform to empower job seekers.
Through videos, I shared industry insights, listened to their struggles, and used my millions-strong following to fight for fairness.
I proved they didn't have to kneel.
They had the right to stand.
To fight.
To win.
(The End)
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