Twitter trending topic: #CharlotteSuicide blew up
"Charlotte knew she was the third party and still did it—how disgusting can someone be? How is someone like this even in showbiz? Feel bad for Madeline; this whole situation is just revolting. And then she has the audacity to jump into a river to try and end it all?"
"I seriously don't get it. She looks decent enough, but how could she lack basic morals like this?"
"@Charlotte, are you dead? If not, crawl out and apologize."
When Charlotte opened her eyes, she realized she was lying in a hospital room. Coldness gripped every inch of her body, and her throat burned with pain.
She slowly tried to move her dazed head, looking around the unfamiliar surroundings. Her eyes widened in shock.
What is this? Where am I?
Using all her strength, she managed to prop herself up on the bed. Fragmented memories flashed uncontrollably in her mind. Her head throbbed violently, as if it might explode. Desperately clutching her aching head with both hands, she squinted in pain.
After what felt like an eternity, the pain subsided. Struggling to her feet, she made her way to the mirror. Staring at the unfamiliar face in her reflection and the avalanche of memories roaring in her brain, she finally pieced it together. She'd somehow taken over someone else's body—must be some kind of rebirth. After all, hadn't she already died? She sat at the edge of the bed, casually pinching her fingers as if calculating something, and let out a sigh. The luck attached to this body was unbelievably bad.
The original owner of this body was also named Charlotte, a somewhat well-known actress. She ended up here because her boyfriend betrayed her. Being a hopeless romantic, the original Charlotte couldn't handle the emotional blow and, in a fit of despair, chose to jump into the river to end her life.
Charlotte picked up her phone and logged into the original owner's Weibo. Sure enough, news of her suicide was sitting firmly at the top of the trending list. Just below it were topics like "Charlotte: The Other Woman" and "Madeline Rivers Responds to Affair Allegations."
Clicking her tongue, Charlotte tapped into the trending topic featuring Madeline’s response.
Madeline Rivers: "Nicholas Carter and I have been together for over a year now. Since we're both public figures, we considered various factors and decided to keep it private. It's our mistake to have kept everyone in the dark, and for that, we sincerely apologize.
We never thought our relationship would be exposed in this way. My dear Nicholas has always been an exceptional person, loved by many, and I've always been aware of that.""In the year we were dating, Miss Charlotte repeatedly tried to meddle in our relationship. I initially refrained from speaking out to save her some face, thinking it would pass over. But seeing the misunderstandings about our situation now, I feel I must stand up and set the record straight to protect our love.
Sorry for taking up everyone's time, and thank you!"
Charlotte stared at the over-the-top post, amused. "Wow, Madeline is really laying it on thick. Even through the screen, her fake innocence reeks of manipulation."
The moment Madeline’s post went live, it instantly grabbed the attention of the online community. More and more people jumped in to cheer her on, while hitting Charlotte with wave after wave of hateful comments.
"Support Madeline no matter what! She's amazing! People like Charlotte should be exposed! Ban her from the industry for good!"
"@Charlotte Garbage! Get out of entertainment already!"
On the other side of it all, Madeline watched the backlash against Charlotte unfold with a sly smile tugging at her lips. Her eyes gleamed with venomous satisfaction as she thought, "You dare to fight me for Nicholas? You don’t stand a chance."
Scanning through her own account, filled with sympathetic and supportive messages, and then looking at Charlotte's, flooded with insults, Madeline felt an intoxicating sense of triumph.
The controversy spiraled out of control on social media as the drama continued to gain traction.
Charlotte skimmed through the hateful posts pouring in against her and let out a snort of laughter, undeterred. With a quick calculation, she probed further, but the answer she sought remained frustratingly elusive. Charlotte let out a sigh of frustration. This wasn’t her body after all, and although she’d adapted to it well, her abilities weren’t what they used to be. In her past life, she could easily calculate someone’s entire life story with a flick of her fingers. Now, though, things weren’t so simple.
After thinking for a moment, she pulled up Baidu and typed "Madeline Rivers" into the search bar. Clicking on the search button, she scanned the information briefly before scrolling down. Suddenly, her eyes caught Madeline's birth details, and a sly smile appeared on her face. Using that information, Charlotte closed her eyes and made a quick calculation.
Soon, her eyes snapped open, and she couldn’t hold back the laughter bubbling up. "Got it."
Without waiting, she composed a post on social media:
“@Madeline Rivers Has anyone ever told you lies come with a cost? I just did some calculations on your destiny, and here’s the thing—you’re already having a bad year with all this bad luck. If you keep stirring the pot, the consequences will be bigger than you can handle. Better watch out—you might end up walking the prison path.
Here’s my advice: apologize to me before tomorrow, and we’ll call it even. Otherwise, you’ll regret it.”
The post sparked immediate backlash online, as waves of insults flooded in.
“My Little Madeline Baby”: “Are you out of your mind, you disgusting old hag? Quit acting like you’re some fortune-teller.”
“Madeline Fan Forever”: “Charlotte, you’re a horrible person! First, you ruin lives by being a homewrecker, and now you curse Madeline? Your heart is pure evil!” Passing by, a random onlooker commented, “I’m dying of laughter. Since when did Charlotte turn into some kind of mystic? This is just too much. Truly bizarre stuff this year.”
“I Love Nicholas Carter” replied, “This is seriously ridiculous. Is losing her mind and going completely off the rails her way of coping after all the scandals?”
Charlotte couldn’t be bothered to read any more of those hateful comments. She turned off her phone and casually tossed it onto the bed. Feeling the sharp pangs of hunger, she rubbed her growling stomach, leaned her head back, and sighed, “Wow, I’m starving.”
A little while later, a short-haired woman walked into the room, her high heels clicking against the floor. Dressed in a sleek business outfit, she exuded an air of professionalism, but her expression was anything but friendly. Staring sharply at Charlotte sitting on the bed, she said, her face dark with frustration, “Awake now? Unbelievable. All this for a guy—you really jumped into a river to kill yourself?”
She angrily threw a stack of contracts onto Charlotte’s lap, making her startle. Feeling uneasy, Charlotte instinctively widened her eyes, trying her best to appear innocent in a desperate attempt to calm the raging woman. From the original memories of this body, she quickly recognized the woman as her agent, Isabelle Brooks.
“Look at the mess you’ve caused. Negative news everywhere—and during filming, no less! Now you’ve gone and pulled this suicide stunt, dragging the production team into a complete disaster.”
“According to the contract, you owe the production team a two-million-dollar penalty for breaching the agreement. Got anything else to say for yourself?”Charlotte listened to Isabelle Brooks ranting furiously without saying a word. Instead, her big, bright eyes fixed on Isabelle, and after puffing out her cheeks a little, she muttered pitifully, “I’m hungry.”
Isabelle paused, caught off guard by her unexpectedly vulnerable expression.
Wait a second... Did Charlotte really mess up her head somehow? It was hard to believe this was the same person.
The old Charlotte was always polite and well-mannered but carried herself with a cool, distant vibe that felt unapproachable, as if she was perpetually walking a step above everyone else.
Now, staring at this almost childlike look on her face, Isabelle suddenly felt concerned. She quickly sat down on the edge of the bed, placed a hand on Charlotte's forehead, and asked, “You didn’t get your brain scrambled from staying in the water too long, did you?”
Charlotte brushed Isabelle’s hand away and looked at her with a puzzled expression. “What are you even talking about, Isabelle? I’m seriously starving. I want some meat!”
