When The Victim Becomes The Predator

When The Victim Becomes The Predator

Miss Demeanor

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My cousin Liam has a hobby. It' s ruining my life. Every time I found a girl I genuinely liked, he' d swoop in, charm her, and orchestrate a public, humiliating breakup. For years, I played the victim, internalizing the laughter and pity, dismissed by my mother as merely "jealous." But this time, with Chloe Jenkins, I wasn't just waiting for the storm. I built it. I watched as Liam Davis, parasite extraordinaire, took the bait. He flaunted Chloe on social media, convinced she was another notch on his belt, funded by his ex-wife Sarah' s endless alimony checks. Then, Sarah revealed Liam was living on borrowed time, off credit cards in her name. It was all a carefully laid trap, and he walked right into it, dragging Chloe and himself into a spiral of fraud and deception. He showed up at my door, a ghost of the man who terrorized my youth, wild-eyed and desperate. "You set this all up," he snarled as two menacing figures dragged me into a black SUV. He threw the first punch, my head snapping against the window. This wasn' t just about humiliation anymore; it was about survival. But Liam forgot one crucial detail: I wasn' t the only player in this game. And as his broken body plunged into the dark water, pulled down by the very current he created, I finally understood. Freedom wasn't a gift. It was a weapon, forged in years of pain, and wielded with precision.

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My cousin Liam has a hobby. It' s ruining my life.

Every time I found a girl I genuinely liked, he' d swoop in, charm her, and orchestrate a public, humiliating breakup.

For years, I played the victim, internalizing the laughter and pity, dismissed by my mother as merely "jealous."

But this time, with Chloe Jenkins,

I wasn't just waiting for the storm.

I built it.

I watched as Liam Davis, parasite extraordinaire, took the bait.

He flaunted Chloe on social media, convinced she was another notch on his belt, funded by his ex-wife Sarah' s endless alimony checks.

Then, Sarah revealed Liam was living on borrowed time, off credit cards in her name.

It was all a carefully laid trap, and he walked right into it, dragging Chloe and himself into a spiral of fraud and deception.

He showed up at my door, a ghost of the man who terrorized my youth, wild-eyed and desperate.

"You set this all up," he snarled as two menacing figures dragged me into a black SUV.

He threw the first punch, my head snapping against the window.

This wasn' t just about humiliation anymore; it was about survival.

But Liam forgot one crucial detail: I wasn' t the only player in this game.

And as his broken body plunged into the dark water, pulled down by the very current he created, I finally understood.

Freedom wasn't a gift.

It was a weapon, forged in years of pain, and wielded with precision.

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