Chapter 3

I thought that would be the end of it. But Tiffany was vindictive.

That very evening, she uploaded a video to TikTok.

The caption read: *“Disabled veteran wants me to be his unpaid maid. He’s abusing government funds and wasting taxpayer money on useless treatments.”*

In the video, she twisted every single detail, playing the victim while painting me as a demanding, freeloading villain. The internet mob, blind to the truth, immediately began attacking me in the comments.

*"You dodged a bullet, girl! You're so sweet for even going on a date with a cripple."*

*"Who does this guy think he is? A maid? He’s in a wheelchair, not a castle."*

*"A hundred grand a year on rehab? I don't even make that much! This is a total waste of tax dollars."*

*"I bet he and his doctor are splitting the money. This needs to be investigated."*

It was infuriating. For the first time in my life, I felt a deep, burning hatred for someone.

As the former leader of an elite special forces unit, I couldn't believe I was being dragged through the mud online by a pathetic bully.

If my old squad saw this, they would be furious.

Tiffany’s actions were clear defamation. I refused to take it lying down, so I called the police.

But the police took forever to arrive. After waiting for hours, two officers finally showed up.

To my surprise, Tiffany was walking right behind them.

"Tiffany, you lied online and ruined my reputation," I said, my anger flaring up the moment I saw her. "You are going to face legal consequences for this."

Tiffany didn't look scared at all. She crossed her arms, looking smugger than ever.

"Oh, did I hurt your feelings by telling the truth?" she mocked. "Let's see if the cops actually arrest me."

I ignored her and looked at the two officers. "Officers, this woman is spreading lies about me online. That’s harassment and defamation. Aren't you going to do something?"

The older officer, Bradley, cleared his throat. "Look, this seems like a personal dispute. Since no real damage was done, why don't you guys just shake hands and forget about it?"

My dad stepped forward, highly upset. "Forget about it? She dragged my son's name through the mud! We want justice."

I wasn't happy with this lazy policing either. "She needs to take down the video, issue a public apology, and face charges for harassment."

"In your dreams!" Tiffany laughed. "You think these cops will lock me up? My uncle is the Deputy Chief. One call from me, and your whole family will be in handcuffs!"