I quietly texted Chase's assistant, asking what really happened.
We'd known each other for years. He came clean pretty quickly—said yesterday afternoon Chase saw something on social media and his mood completely changed.
He was distracted all afternoon, his energy dark and heavy.
I could access all of Chase's accounts.
I logged into his Twitter and looked around. In the pile of DMs, there was one from an account called "SophieSophieMiller" with an attached photo of me and Ethan at the coffee shop.
The angle made it clear Sophie had taken it.
How bored was she?
Did she seriously have nothing better to do than start drama?
Well, if she wanted drama, I'd give her drama.
Sophie had a streaming rival. Similar style, similar follower count.
They'd been subtly insulting each other and sabotaging each other for ages.
I DMed the rival. Just one sentence:
"Sophie faked her degree and professional certifications. I have proof. Free of charge."
She replied immediately: "QUEEN! You're my only queen!"
"I'm gonna destroy her!"
...
This was like a palace drama.
Columbia changed their diploma design in 1985. Sophie claimed to be a 2017 graduate but had the new version.
Super easy to check. I grabbed a screenshot from one of her old streams and had someone verify it through the National Student Clearinghouse.
No record of her whatsoever.
As for the professional certifications, even easier—anyone who knew what to look for could tell from the official seals they were fake.
She hadn't gotten caught before because she wasn't famous enough and nobody wanted to put in the effort to investigate.
But she just had to mess with me.
My one standout quality? Money and time.
I sent all the evidence.
Now, time to pack.
I didn't know why Chase reacted so strongly to Ethan.
But if he was going to sulk, I needed to fix it.
Halfway through packing, I suddenly realized something.
This was like some CEO romance novel where the wife chases her husband. Except last night I was the one who got wrecked!
Damn it, Chase, you just wait!