Blind Justice

I came back from the dead, and the first thing I did was hit up a doc and get my eyeballs scooped out. Now I was a blind girl.

Last time around…

I was in this art competition with my boyfriend's 'golden girl' – the girl he was obsessed with. This "art prodigy" girlfriend of his was all smug, and then bam, she drops a painting that's identical to mine.

On live TV, in front of everyone watching, she calls me out for copying her.

I try to defend myself, but my boyfriend, who's a judge on the panel, just straight-up slaps me. "I can't believe you'd do this," he says. "I was so wrong about you!"

The internet went wild. Everyone was calling me a copycat, saying nasty stuff about my family.

I got cyber-bullied to death, and even my elderly folks were dragged into the mess.

After I died, the 'golden girl' rode the wave of hate, becoming the "it girl" of the art world. My boyfriend proposed.

Turns out, it was all a big scheme – a total set-up by the girlfriend and my "man" to boost her rep.

So, this time, when I woke up, I figured, "No eyes, no problem." How are they gonna accuse me of copying her if I can’t even see?

…

"Okay, Chung, what do you have to say for yourself?!"

"The proof's right there. You're a copycat, plain and simple!"

Tiffany, my boyfriend's golden girl, was in my face, her eyes gleaming with this barely hidden smugness.

She grabs my painting off my easel, slams it down next to hers, and the side-by-side is shown to everyone watching the live art competition stream.

The cameras were high-def, so you could see it perfectly: two paintings that were damn near identical.

Except Tiffany’s was finished, complete with all the bells and whistles.

Mine? About 80% done.

The live stream chat went nuts. The messages were flying across the screen.

“OMG, that's not just similar, it's a carbon copy!”

“This girl isn't even trying to hide it anymore! Does she think we’re all morons? Some people have no shame, sneaking into a legit comp like this!”

The chat was a non-stop stream of accusations and insults.

The judges on the panel were giving me the stink eye too.

And my boyfriend, Ethan, he was sitting right there on the panel.

When he saw me getting roasted, he didn’t look upset at all. He had this weird, almost excited glint in his eye.

“Ahem…”

Ethan got up, in front of everyone, and cleared his throat.

“Chung, the evidence speaks for itself. What do you have to say now?”

“As your boyfriend, I’m beyond disappointed! How could you be so jealous that you'd rip off Tiffany’s work?!”

“As an artist and as your partner, I can’t condone this. I can’t cover for a copycat!”

“Chung, we're done.”

He laid it on thick, acting like he was torn up inside, but his acting skills were top-notch.

The viewers loved it. They ate it up. He was getting all these "good guy" props for dumping me in the middle of the drama.

And Tiffany? She’s behind Ethan, tearing up, all doe-eyed and pathetic.

"Chung," she said, "I thought we were friends. How c...