When The Victim Rewrites Her Story

The air in the Wharton lecture hall was thick with ambition, the final presentation stretching before me, my future almost within reach.

Then, Liam, my childhood friend and the boy everyone expected me to marry, slid a folded note across the table that read: "Ava, will you bear all my failures for me?"

The moment my eyes registered the words, glowing, semi-transparent text, like a Twitch chat, materialized in my vision.

[LOL, the author is starting the 'Fate Swap' plotline.]

[She'll take the fall for Chloe's academic fraud, get expelled from Wharton, and her family will disown her. Total social death.]

[And the best part? Liam, the 'author' , will dump Chloe afterward, claiming he' s heartbroken over Ava' s downfall. He' ll spend the rest of his life 'missing' her, playing the tragic, devoted man. What a psychopath.]

My blood ran cold. Liam? The author? A fate-swapping system?

He watched me, his eyes full of a pleading hope that now seemed monstrous. He thought he was the writer of this story, and I was just a character to be sacrificed.

How could he, the boy I' d known my whole life, see me as nothing more than a pawn in his sick fantasy?

Furious, I picked up my pen, ready to rewrite my own ending.