Exposing My Viral Holiday Fraud

I was killing time on the drive back to my hometown for the holidays, scrolling through TikTok, when I hit a post that made my blood boil.

How to handle your needs during the holidays back home, girls? Watch and learn.

The video was a series of text overlays:

Step one: Pick a target and start a rumor. Everyones back in townfriends, family, the whole neighborhood. His parents will be so obsessed with their reputation that theyll practically gift-wrap him for me.

Result? A free space-heater for my bed, and I don't even have to pay for dinner. Absolute perfection.

In the comments, someone asked: But Tiff, are you actually gonna marry him?

The creator replied: LMAO. You know me. Im all about that new-car smell. Once the holidays are over, hes trade-in value.

I felt a surge of genuine disgust. I closed the app, trying to shake off the ick.

But the moment I stepped through the front door of my childhood home, I didn't get a "Welcome Home." My father was standing in the foyer, his face a dark, stormy mask of resentment.

I didnt think after a few years in the city youd turn into such a degenerate, he spat, his voice trembling with shame. Living with a woman, getting her pregnant, forcing her into a back-alley clinic?

I froze, my suitcase halfway over the threshold. What are you talking about?

Dont play dumb! he roared. Youre moving into her place tonight. Youre going to make this right before the whole town finds out what a coward I raised.

My heart did a slow, sickening thud against my ribs.

Wait. Why did this script sound so familiar?

1.

My head was spinning. Was I was I being set up?

The absurdity of it almost made me want to laugh. Almost.

Dad, you cant seriously believe that crap, I said, trying to keep my voice level.

He stepped toward me, his jaw set. Its not crap when the whole parish is talking about it! Besides, why would a woman like hera successful CEOmake something like that up?

CEO?

Her? I asked, squinting. Are we talking about Tiffany Snyder? Tiffany is a CEO now?

How long had I been away? Had I missed a total shift in the space-time continuum?

My fathers face reddened further. Youre supposed to be the one with the college degree. We worked ourselves to the bone to send you off to school, and what do you have to show for it? Nothing. Tiffany barely finished high school and shes already buying property in the city. And look at you. Youve been grinding for years and you cant even afford a decent car.

The contempt in his eyes was a physical weight.

If Id known, I wouldnt have wasted a dime on your tuition. I shouldve just put you to work and saved my money.

My sister, Lexie, didn't even look up from her gaming headset on the couch. Told you, Dad. You shouldve bought me that high-end PC instead. I couldve been a pro-streamer by now. Investing in Brooks was a total loss.

My father nodded in grim agreement. I expected you to be our ticket out of this place. Now, after this scandal, Ill be lucky if I don't have to pay her family to take you off my hands. Your mother should have listened to her gut when she was pregnant with you.

The cruelty of it hit me like a physical blow. I opened my mouth to defend myself, but my father cut me off.

Ive already called her. Youre heading over there tonight.

Excuse me? I stood up, my pulse hammering in my ears.

What choice do we have? You think you have options after what you did? Shes willing to take you in despite the disgrace. You should be thanking your lucky stars.

I felt like I was losing my mind. Was I back in the nineteenth century? Some woman spreads a baseless lie about me, and my own family decides to sell me into domestic servitude to save face?

I pulled out my phone. Tiffanys TikTok had just updated.

Update, girls! Hes coming over today. Get ready for some content.

She panned the camera to a sheer, lacy nightgown laid out on her bed and added a suggestive, greasy smirk.

If you know, you know~

The comments were flooding in: God, I wish I had your moves! Doing the Lords work for us single girls! Don't forget to livestream the good parts!

I gripped my phone so hard I thought the screen might crack. This was not happening.

2.

My first instinct was to grab the tire iron from my trunk and go settle this the old-fashioned way.

But I stopped. Thats exactly what she wanted. If I showed up screaming, it would just look like a lovers quarrel. It would validate her narrative.

I took a deep breath and opened a burner account on TikTok. I commented: How are you so sure hell show up? This sounds like slander. He could literally call the cops.

Tiffany replied almost instantly: Sweetie, you clearly dont know how small towns work. Let me educate you.

She was so arrogant she didn't even realize she was talking to her target.

His dad is a widower who lives and dies by what the neighbors think, she wrote. And its the holidays. The pressure is ten times worse. Unless his family wants to be pariahs, theyll practically force-feed him to me. News travels faster than a wildfire here.

Then she added: Besides, Im rich now. People around here worship anyone with a dollar. My word is gospel.

The sheer, calculated coldness of it made my stomach turn.

I tap a few keys, tell a few stories, and a man gets delivered to my door for free. No dating apps, no effort. Maximum ROI.

I was shaking with rage.

Tiffany sent one more message to the thread: You want in on this, girlie? Venmo me $500 and Ill coach you on how to land a Holiday Rental of your own.

Before I could reply, my father came behind me with a broom, literally shooing me toward the door. Move! Youre bringing bad luck into this house just standing there!

Fine. Id go. I wanted to see this train wreck with my own eyes.

I pushed open the front door and was hit by a blast of freezing wind and sleet. My shoes were soaked through within seconds. I cursed Tiffany Snyder with every step. If it weren't for her pathetic little scheme, Id be curled up by the fireplace with a beer and a book, not trudging through the slush.

I hit a hidden pothole, and freezing water filled my shoe. My phone buzzed.

Breaking News: The husband has arrived on foot! Look at that charm.

I clicked the link. She had filmed me from her windowstumbling, soaked, and looking utterly miserable.

He couldnt wait to get into my bed. Look at him running to me in the cold. Thats the Snyder Magic?.

The comments were a cesspool of admiration. Iconic. Queen behavior. Post the bedroom pics later!

I was vibrating with fury. It felt like she had stripped me naked in front of the whole world.

But then, I noticed something in the background of her video. One of her followers had commented: Umm, forget the guy, is that a Porsche in the driveway??

Is that the new Taycan? Thats like a hundred-thousand-dollar car!

Tiff, how are you so loaded? Teach us your secrets!

The car.

I stopped in the middle of the slushy road and squinted at the sleek, matte-pink vehicle parked in front of Tiffanys house. I rubbed my eyes. I knew that car.

I snapped a photo and messaged my Head of Operations at the firm. Is this the car you just bought? The one you were bragging about in the Slack channel?

Id recognize those custom neon-pink brake calipers anywhere.

A minute later, the reply came: Yeah, thats mine! Howd you see it? Im back home for the break, so I put it on a luxury rental app for the week to cover the insurance. Some girl paid a premium for it.

A rental.

I felt a slow, predatory smile spread across my face. Oh, this was going to be fun.

3.

The anger was gone, replaced by a cold, sharp clarity. I pushed open Tiffanys front door without knocking.

Inside, the house smelled like stale cigarettes and cheap perfume. Tiffany was sprawled on a velvet sofa, wearing a tight, ill-fitting designer blazer. She had a massive, obviously fake Rolex on her wrist.

Youre here, she said, her voice dripping with mock-boredom. I knew you couldnt stay away.

She looked at me with a greasy, self-satisfied grin. Brooks Miller. Long time no see. Remember when I used to chase you in high school and you acted like you were too good for me? Look at us now. One little update and youre right where you belong.

I stared at her. You know exactly what youve done, Tiffany.

She shrugged, checking her nails. So I used a little leverage. Big deal. Im a success story now. Youre lucky Im even interested. If you play your cards right and keep me happy, maybe Ill let you ride in the Porsche.

She looked down at her phone, and a second later, the TikTok updated: Training the husband. Hes so obedient, hes afraid to even breathe without my permission.

Husband? I felt a wave of nausea.

Dont just stand there, she barked, pointing to a corner. Grab the broom. My relatives are coming over soon, and I need this place spotless. Then youre starting on dinner.

She kicked off a boot and peeled off a damp sock, tossing it at my feet. Wash these, too. By hand.

She immediately went back to her phone: Having a man around is so convenient. Hes already doing my laundry. Life is good.

The comments hailed her as a General and a Boss Babe.

It was surreal. This woman was a slob, a liar, and a thief of other people's reputations. And her family was just as bad. Her mother walked into the room, looking at me like I was something shed found on the bottom of her shoe.

Well, at least hes pretty, the mother said. Even if he is a little tramp. I dont know why my daughter wants a used man like you when shes a CEO.

Exactly, her father added, stepping in from the kitchen. Shes a world-class executive. Look at her clotheshigh-end custom couture. You better count your blessings.

These people were delusional. They were clearly reciting the script Tiffany had fed them.

I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms. So, Tiffany is a big boss, huh?

The mother puffed out her chest. The biggest. She owns a Fortune 500 company.

I almost laughed. Is that so? Which one?

Before she could answer, the front door swung open. A group of extended relatives filed in, buzzing with excitement. They were all gravitating toward Tiffany, kissing her ring, acting like she was the Second Coming.

Brooks, what are you waiting for? Tiffanys father hissed. Get to the kitchen and start the appetizers! Dont embarrass us!

The audacity was breathtaking.

I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text to my Head of Ops.

I need a favor. Im about to dismantle a fraud. Give me full access to the rental logs and the employee database. Now.