[EXPOSED: University Professor Shamelessly Seduces Her Own Student…]
I saw this exposé post after it had already been festering online for several days. Although the photos were pixelated, I could still recognize my own face and figure. The post claimed: I first used old photos to seduce the student, then later deceived the poster and her boyfriend, claiming to be a relative. But the poster had verified that her boyfriend had no aunts. The comments section
was vile. I scanned a few lines, then closed it.
I messaged Sarah Thompson to question her, only to find I had been blocked. I called, and a strange woman answered. “Cassidy Martin, didn’t expect this, did you? Your day has come.” Even after many years, I could instantly recognize Ashley Hayes’s voice. So,
she and Sarah…
“Sarah’s my daughter.”
“How interesting, isn’t it? My daughter, your son. A karmic entanglement.”
“Do you know that spreading rumors is illegal? Are you trying to ruin her?”
Ashley laughed, a wild, deranged sound. “Ruin? My life was already ruined by you and Julian Vance! What do I have to fear?!” She
paused, her voice laced with chilling promise. “Don’t worry, I have a big gift prepared for you.”
Almost simultaneously, a live stream share popped up in my direct messages on a short video platform. “Ashley Hayes, what do
you want?!”
Her laughter grew even more frantic. “I want you to–die.” The call was cut off.
I clicked into the live stream. Ashley Hayes and Sarah Thompson were facing the camera, accusing me of my crimes. Time seem-
ed to have been exceptionally kind to Ashley, it had left no marks on her face. Sarah’s eyes were swollen and red, and she choked
back sobs several times.
“Hello everyone, my name is Sarah Thompson. I am publicly reporting Professor Martin for unethical conduct, for seducing a stud- ent even though she knew he had a girlfriend.” She choked up again. “The full story is in that exposé post, and I’m coming forward
today not for any other reason. But because after I discovered this illicit relationship, Professor Martin repeatedly lied to me and
verbally abused me.” As she spoke, she displayed forged chat logs for the live stream audience. In those logs, a profile with my picture sent multiple messages like, “Useless woman, can’t even keep your own boyfriend,” and other hurtful words. To increase
credibility, there were even voice messages. When played, they sounded exactly like my own voice.
The viewer count steadily climbed, quickly surpassing a hundred thousand. One of my students left a comment in the live chat: [T- ook Professor Martin’s class. Thought she was a gentle, elegant, intellectual woman. Turns out she’s rotten to the core.] [Before, I
thought her being unmarried and childless was so cool, she was practically an icon of independent women. Turns out it was just to make it easier to seduce students.] [Who doesn’t love young, capable, fresh–faced college guys?] [It’s her voice, no doubt. This is
real.] [Am I the only one who disliked her the first time I saw her? I can’t explain the feeling, but I just couldn’t like her.]
Even in my personal messages, colleagues who had caught wind of the rumors sent me meaningful messages. (Professor Martin, who would have thought… I tried to voice my side on the internet, but found that public opinion had completely swung in favor of
Ashley and Sarah. My comments claiming that Liam and I were mother and son were met with immediate ridicule. [How can you
prove it?] [If you’re mother and son, why didn’t you say so from the beginning? Being secretive means there’s something shady
going on.] [Mother–son incest, what else could it be? Disgusting old woman.] I once again experienced the bitter taste of utter isola
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