TheSharerReader
I was born with something like a curse.
Anyone who makes false accusations about me eventually sees those accusations turn back on them.
In high school, a male classmate spread rumors that I had been involved in illegal activities- that I'd been "passed around" by older men.
That very same day, he disappeared. By nightfall, he was the one being dragged into scandals involving those same men, his reputation completely destroyed.
In college, when I started dating, my boyfriend's so-called childhood friend accused me of being the woman in an explicit video circulating online.
By that evening, every copy of the video had mysteriously changed.
The face in it was hers.
After that, no one dared whisper another word about me.
Not until I was brought back to my biological family-the Ashcrofts, one of the city's old-money families.