Part 1The Plagiarist's Downfall

After being blacklisted online due to a plagiarism scandal, I publicly announced my retirement from writing.

My boyfriend, who had just been indignantly condemning me, froze.

"What are you doing? Didn't you say you still have a lot of debt to pay off?"

His childhood sweetheart, the "victim" of the plagiarism incident, also panicked.

"Vivian, you don't need to punish yourself like this. I'm willing to give you a chance to start over."

Looking at the frantically flashing camera flashes below the stage, my expression didn't waver.

In my previous life, these two humiliated me while secretly working together to steal my creative work.

In the end, the words I painstakingly wrote built Chloe's reputation as a genius writer.

Given a second chance, I directly deleted the pen name I had used for six years.

I've had enough of squeezing into a tiny apartment. It's time to go home and inherit the family fortune.

As for Chloe, let's see how you finish the remaining half of the book.

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"Ms. Vance, you keep claiming you'll produce evidence to prove you didn't plagiarize, so where is it?"

"As a former reader of yours, I really don't want to believe you'd do something like this. Did you actually write your previous works yourself?"

Faced with countless microphones thrust towards me, I was stunned for a moment, and then my heart started beating violently.

I was reborn. Reborn on the day I held a press conference to prove my innocence.

In my previous life, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart plagiarized a novel based on my own unrequited love story.

On the day of its initial release, it shot to the top of the website's charts, creating a best-selling myth in the young adult romance genre.

After being shared by major influencers, countless netizens cried out that it was a tearjerker.

I originally wanted to show my original drafts as proof.

But unexpectedly, my files were wiped clean on the day of the press conference, leaving no trace.

I experienced unprecedented cyberbullying, receiving funeral wreaths, black-and-white photos of myself, and terrifying packages from all over the country every day.

I gritted my teeth and continued writing, but was ultimately tracked down by a rabid anti-fan and stabbed to death.

Right now, I merely hesitated for a moment, and my good boyfriend of three years, Sean, couldn't help but launch a passionate attack.

"Vivian, if you claim Chloe is slandering you, then show the evidence! Don't just make empty accusations and throw dirty water on people!"

He glared at me angrily, but a flash of smugness crossed his eyes.

Of course, how could he not know what was in my folders?

What he wanted was to ruin my reputation and make Chloe the new generation's most popular author.

I lowered my eyes, picked up my laptop, and walked to the projection stand.

Boot up, screen cast.

The next second, under everyone's shocked gaze, I deleted the pen name I had used for six years.

Sean and Chloe immediately stood up.

I spoke coldly: "Everyone, I have been wronged today, and my evidence has been destroyed by someone with ulterior motives, making it difficult for me to defend myself.

"This pen name is void from today. I am sealing my pen and will never set foot in the web novel circle again!"