They Called Me a Saint—Then Her Phone Exposed Who I Really Was

they called me a saint.

Online, they posted about her “beautiful soul” and her “fight” and how “love like this still exists.”

And I stood there, taking their praise like a stranger wearing my face.

Because what do you even say?

Actually, she laughed at me behind my back.

Actually, she planned her legacy like a brand campaign.

Actually, I was useful.

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