My Best Enemy

The first thing my best friend did was threaten me with our old chat logs.
Hey girlie, she texted. I've gone through three phones, but I never deleted our conversations. I was waiting for a day like today.
Don't you forget where you came from. You promised that if you ever made it big, you'd take care of me for life.
"So, let's start with a new apartment. Your secrets are my insurance policy, after all."
I smiled and agreed.
But even after I bought her the apartment, she leaked the chat logs anyway.
She said she needed to expose my "dirt" to launch her own channel.
I was cyberbullied into a deep depression and fell from a rooftop.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I decided to become a content creator.

1
"Claire, my bestie! Are you really going to do it? Start your own channel?"
When I heard Lily’s familiar voice, I knew. I had been reborn.
In my past life, from the moment I started creating content, Lily became exactly like all those "best friends" you see in the comments online. Just waiting for me to go viral so she could live off my success.
"Our chat history is the most valuable thing we have now," she'd said. "I won't delete a single word. When you're famous, this is all prime dirt."
"If you dare forget about me," she'd joked, "your downfall will be swift. Career announced in the morning, receipts leaked by noon, and you're canceled by evening."
At the time, I thought she was just kidding. She was my only real friend, after all. If I made it, of course she’d share in the rewards.
And I did make it. I went viral, just as I'd dreamed. I treated her like family, showering her with cars, apartments, and cash.
But at the absolute peak of my career, she went live and broadcast our private conversations to the world.
"Claire," she’d said, "you’ve hit the social media jackpot. Surely you won't mind letting me get a piece of it?"
"Don't worry, I'm just using you to get my channel off the ground. Once my follower count is stable, I'll help you clean up your image."
The moment those chats were leaked, my reputation was destroyed. The online hate was relentless. I developed severe depression and ended my life on that rooftop.
But now, I'm back.
This time, I looked at Lily's excited face and smiled. "Yeah, I am. But my phone's dead. Can I borrow yours for a sec?"
She eagerly handed it over. "Of course! Use it for whatever you want."
"What's mine is yours!" she chirped. "Just don't forget me when you're famous!"
I took her phone, found my own contact, and opened our chat.
Then, I deleted the entire history.
Lily sprang up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "Claire! What are you doing?!"
I handed the phone back to her, my face a mask of innocence. "Oh my god, Lily, I'm so sorry. My hand slipped." I shrugged. "It wasn't anything important anyway. Deleted is deleted."
Lily fumbled with the phone, her face paling. "What do you mean, not important? That was years of my hard work!"
"If you get famous, those were my leverage."
I fought back a cold laugh and wrapped my arm around her shoulder affectionately. "Lily, what's all this talk about leverage? You're my one and only bestie. You think I could ever forget you?"
She seemed to calm down, her expression softening. She took my arm in return. "I knew you were the best. Then it's settled. I'm your number one."
My number one?
Heh.
A backstabbing snake like you? You like launching your career by tearing others down?
This time, just watch how I ruin you.

2
Back home, I immediately started filming my first video. I already had the experience of going viral once; recreating my own path to fame wouldn't be hard.
After posting my first transition video, the likes hit over 10,000 that same night.
Lily saw it and messaged me instantly.
"Claire, your video has 10k likes! I have a feeling you're about to blow up!"
"So, listen, I saw this bag today… maybe you could just buy it for me?"
"I mean, with numbers like these, it's like a small advance on your future earnings, right?"
Before I could even reply, she sent a payment link.
I clicked it. The bag was nearly five thousand dollars. Just like last time, the moment she saw a flicker of success, she was already demanding her cut.
I didn't reply. I didn't pay.
Late that night, another message came through.
"Claire, long night. Wanna see some… spicy videos?"
My guard went up immediately. She realized the old chat logs were gone and was now trying to manufacture new dirt.
This time, I was smarter. I replied with two simple words.
"Not interested."
But Lily persisted, sending a flurry of links.
"I've vetted all of these. Total eye candy!"
"All top-tier guys. You're missing out if you don't look~"
Honestly, there's nothing wrong with a girl enjoying a little eye candy. But for a public figure, it's a liability. In my past life, all of our private, girl-talk moments became tools she used to climb on top of my ruin.
My face was grim as I typed back. "Lily, I don't watch that stuff. Please don't send it to me again."

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