This story starts with what should be a happy thing: a young married couple, Rosa and Gareth Fairburn, just found out that Rosa was pregnant and they are going to have a child together. The excitement only increased when they realized that they were going to have twins. Both were elated about the prospect of parenthood, and Gareth did his best to ensure that both the babies and Rosa were healthy, right until the due date. Gareth was there all through the labour and got to witness the birth of his son and daughter. Felix had his mother's blonde hair and his father's blue eyes. Ophelia had her father's black hair and her mother's green eyes. Despite the physical differences, both were perfect in every conceivable way. Everything was fine until they sent the babies to a doctor for their first check-up and she revealed an awful truth that would change their perception about their children forever.

"Well, I've checked over both children, and Felix is in perfect physical health," the paediatrician reported. "However, I've found a problem with Ophelia."

"What? What's wrong with her?" Rosa gulped. Gareth hugged her tight.

"She's been born deaf," the paediatrician informed. "This can be improved, but only with surgeries and hearing aids. I'm sorry." She got out a leaflet for parents about how to cope and bond with their deaf child. "This might help you. Read it, at least." Gareth took it, doing his best to hide his disgust at how intruding this paediatrician seemed.

"Thank you," he replied tersely to the paediatrician before leaving with his wife and kids. Once they were out of her sight, Gareth tossed the leaflet away. It was rubbish. "This is a nightmare," he groaned. Rosa was in shock and didn't say a word, and Ophelia began to cry. "Shut up, brat!"

"My god, can't you keep quiet like your brother?" Rosa snapped. Felix woke up and began to whimper, eventually bawling. "Look what you did, Ophelia! Felix is crying because of you! That's it; if you won't shut up, I'll make you shut up!" She shoved a pacifier into Ophelia's mouth, and the baby girl became quiet. She addressed the baby Felix with much more care and compassion than she'd shown to his twin. "Oh, don't cry, honey, Mummy's here to make it all better. Shh."

"Hush, little man," Gareth soothed. "It's OK. The bad noise is over." Felix eventually settled down, smiling up at his parents, who smiled back.

"At least we still have you," Rosa muttered. "Our normal child."


From that day on, anyone could tell that Felix and Ophelia received very different treatment. The son, Felix, was fawned over and given plenty of attention and the best clothes and toys that they could afford, while Ophelia wore old clothes and was barely even mentioned by her parents. She would sit alone, playing with broken dolls or reading tattered books with her specially-trained, government-appointed tutor (that her parents didn't have to pay for because Ophelia was under eighteen). Felix was showered with praise for anything good he'd done, while Ophelia was either yelled at for the slightest mistake or ignored. She couldn't hear her parent's words when they scolded her, but she could lip read very well and knew what they were saying, and it made her cry. Ophelia's twin, Felix, enjoyed bullying her and was secretly encouraged to do so by Rosa and Gareth, taking her food and breaking her toys every day. Ophelia was miserable at home, and wanted desperately to make her parents happy. Good grades, extra chores, making breakfast, anything. Just so they'd like her.

After the surgeries to fix her hearing, Ophelia could hear relatively well with her hearing aids, but hear nothing without them. She could pay attention in class and contribute to the lesson and work with other kids, and if she drifted off and the teacher asked her to answer a question, she could say the hearing aids were malfunctioning and be ignored. She had a few friends from school (not everyone was as cruel to her as her own family), but didn't dare bring them home in case Felix bullied her more or her parents disapproved of them, just like they disapproved of most of her decisions. Ophelia's daily routine was to wake up, brush her teeth, pack a bottle of water and some granola bars in her bag for a late breakfast, get dressed, pack her bag, go to school early, eat the granola bars and drink the water, get through school, go home from school, lock herself in her room, do any homework she had, eat a quick meal with the family that despised her before going back to her room, read a book and then go to sleep. It was all going pretty normally, until everyone in their year group took a test to determine what high schools they could go to when they got older. Ophelia and Felix were both 16 years old.

Rosa and Gareth weren't expecting too much of Ophelia. In fact, they didn't think Ophelia would do well at all, placing all their hopes on a now hopelessly spoiled, entitled and bratty Felix to do well and give his parents something to be proud of. In their minds, it would be their son, Felix, who succeeded in life while Ophelia lived and died an embarrassment in their eyes.

"Now, Felix, you make sure to get plenty of sleep before the test, sweetie," Rosa cooed, fussing about her precious boy as she got him cupcakes. "And some good food in your stomach for brain fuel. Oh, Felix, I just know you'll get an amazing score and everyone will know just how much of a genius you are!"

"Don't worry about how Felix will do on the test, sweetie. Oh course he'll be fine; he's our kid!" Gareth proudly boasted. Ophelia came downstairs to get a textbook she needed, and unknowingly caught her family's wrath. "What are you doing here at this time of night when you should be studying in your room?" the father boomed angrily. Felix glared at his sister while Rosa steadfastly ignored her only daughter.

"I'll just get a textbook and go," Ophelia promised, grabbing the book and rushing upstairs, but not fast enough to get away from her own twin brother's words.

"Why study for a test you'll fail?" Felix snubbed, sniggering. That broke her. Ophelia rushed upstairs to get away from her toxic family, her eyes streaming with tears as she read through the textbook over and over.

I will do better than what they think I will do, she thought, as her brain soaked up data like a sponge. It's the only way I'll be able to escape.


The test came and went, and all they could do for the next month was wait for the results to come in. Felix took the time to torment Ophelia about the grades he thought they'd get. "Don't bother contacting me when I go to the fancy private institution for geniuses, Ophelia," Felix boasted. "I will have forgotten all about you by then, and so will everyone else in the whole town."

"Shouldn't we wait until we get the results before saying things?" Ophelia asked. This earned her the wrath of her parents almost immediately.

"How dare you be so rude to your brother, brat!" Gareth roared. "There's a smart twin out of the two of you and it's not you!"

"Go to your room and don't come out until I say so!" Rosa instructed. Ophelia grinned and left, making her parents curse more. How was she still happy? They resolved to only pay attention to their 'real' son from now on, their perfect little Felix. Ophelia could disappear and never come back for all they cared. She had never been truly useful to them and never got them the attention or reputation they wanted.

Ophelia read a book in her locked room, turning her hearing aids off so she didn't have to hear the sound of her parents singing her brother's praises. Out of all the things she could hear with her hearing aids, the sound of her mother and father telling her spoiled brat of a twin brother that he was basically perfect made her sick. She decided to just pretend she'd never heard anything her parents had just said.


Then the big day came. Both twins got their results back from the test, and their parents were really worked up . . . about what Felix would get. They didn't care about what score Ophelia had got, just their perfect, normal boy. They crowded around him with glee to see his results while Ophelia read hers alone, under the covers. As she read, she couldn't believe what she was reading. She had a perfect score on the test! Her parents had been wrong; she wasn't the one who was going to fail. And if what Ophelia knew about Felix's study habits was true, then . . .

A scream could be heard from downstairs, travelling up the stairs to her room through the wide open door. Judging from the screams and crashes of furniture, her parents weren't pleased with their son's results.

"How is this possible?" Rosa ranted. "There's no way you could fail!"

"We're ruined now, you know that?" Gareth growled. "Do you think we want to be the parents whose kids never achieved anything? How do you think this makes us look? We should be getting an acceptance letter to the genius place for our kid right now!" As if on cue, a letter was posted through the mailbox.

"Ugh, it's probably just Grandma Fairburn sending you more money," Rosa sighed. "I'll get it." But the moment she picked up the envelope, she knew it wasn't from Grandma Fairburn. It was the 'fancy private institution for geniuses', actually known as the Silver Oaks Prodigies Academy. Few people had ever received a letter from them before. "Hey, look!"

"Must be for the wrong house," Gareth surmised. "But reading it should be fun."

"It has our address!" Rosa insisted. "Those guys never make mistakes! It's for us!"

"Yeah, yeah," Gareth grunted, yawning as he opened the letter. His eyes bugged out as he read the first line.

Addressed to the parents of Ophelia Fairburn.

"What?" Rosa asked, peeking over her husband's shoulder. When she saw the first line, she screamed. Ophelia ran downstairs to see her brother in shock, her father unnaturally pale and her mother whimpering.

"Is everyone OK? What's going on?" Ophelia asked. Her mother, without a word, handed the paper over to Ophelia. Ophelia read it with a sense of shock, which soon became glee. She had been accepted into the school of her dreams, defying the expectations of her family. "Oh my goodness! This is amazing! I'M GOING TO SILVER OAKS!"

"NOOOOO!" Felix screamed. "Why is it you? It should be me! I'm the normal one! This can't be happening!"

"Oh, shut up," Rosa snapped, making Felix back away and surprising Ophelia. Her mother had never acted that way to her precious baby boy before. Then Rosa turned to her only daughter with as much rage and misguided resentment as ever. "Look, girl, you tell those school officials that there's been a mistake and you're not the genius kid they're looking for. Tell them it's Felix and not you. You understand?"

"No!" Ophelia yelled, shocking them all. "This is my rightful place, and you can't just take it and give it to Felix! It's not fair and you know that!"

"Don't you talk to your mother with that tone!" Gareth yelled. "You know what? It's fine. Go to the genius school and stay there forever! None of us here want you back!"

"That's the best thing you've ever said to me!" Ophelia screamed, as she went upstairs and packed her bags. If her family didn't want her, then they wouldn't have her. She decided to write an appeal to the school to grant her housing. Obviously, her home wasn't safe for her to live in any more and she didn't want to ever see her father ever again. Until then, she took all the money she'd saved up from her grandmother over the years and used it to pay for a motel room. She'd be staying there for a few nights until she got everything figured out.


The next day, Ophelia received a call from administrators at Silver Oaks Prodigies Academy. "Hello, am I talking to the parents of Ophelia Fairburn?" a woman's voice asked.

"Actually, this is Ophelia Fairburn herself," Ophelia replied. "My parents aren't too bothered about my schooling and I feel I need to take my life into my own hands, anyway."

"OK. I'd just like to ask you, Ophelia, about anything you might need and the services the school can acquire for any of its students," the disembodied voice replied. "We at Silver Oaks provide free school meals for those on scholarships like yourself, as well as school uniforms, tuition and even housing for those who live too far away, have precarious home lives or difficult financial situations."

"Well, I'd like to apply for housing as soon as possible," Ophelia replied. "I live very far away from the school and getting there would be very hard for me. Can I do that?"

"Of course," the woman on the other end smiled. Ophelia grinned. For some reason, she figured that her life was going to be great from that moment forward.


Once Felix and Ophelia had enrolled into their respective schools, life for the Fairburn house had changed drastically. First of all, the Fairburn house lost a lot of money because they couldn't cash in Ophelia's hefty disability living allowance and Gareth, the only one that worked, barely pulled his weight due to being so reliant on his daughter's disability checks. This led to a lot of arguments in the home about money. Felix, who was paying as little attention to school now as he had all his life, was failing in every class he had. Of course, he didn't believe it was his own fault, and the teachers were just mean and he was being picked on for having a deaf twin sister. Rosa ate that up more than she actually ate these days. Gareth, however, thought that both his kids were useless and would yell at Felix all the time, especially just after a long day of work.

"Well, what do you know, you're still here," Gareth snarled. "Can't you do anything else right now other than eat our food and watch TV?"

"What food? There is no food on the table because you almost never work!" Felix yelled.

"Well, maybe if you worked for once in your life, there would be!" Gareth screamed.

"Leave him alone!" Rosa yelled. "Can't you tell he's had a long day?"

"There you go, taking his side," Gareth snarled. "He wouldn't know a thing about a long day! He can't be bothered to work one hour, let alone six! Let me take him to work and then he'll know all about a long day! A couple of stupid kids at his stupid school is not a long day!"

"Don't you know what they call me there, Dad?" Felix asked, trying to play the sympathy card. "One of them said that I was a loser and I would be homeless or in jail soon!"

"What is he, a fortune teller?" Gareth asked. The yelling continued, and eventually, a neighbour called police for a noise disturbance. This became a pretty typical occurrence for the Fairburn household over time, and they gained the reputation of 'that family that always seems to be yelling at each other and drove their only daughter away'. People hated them.


For Ophelia, everything was looking up. The studious attitude she'd had as a child was really helpful to her now, so her academic studies of advanced robotics were easy. It didn't hurt that she was a genius either. Also, she'd finally got herself a part-time job working as a secretary for a dentist's office, and she liked her job. She was due for a pay rise soon, and she really couldn't be happier. Ophelia Fairburn, the girl who was once overlooked by her parents and tormented by her brother for being deaf now had friends, felt happier and had something she never had as a child: self-confidence. Also, she was excelling so quickly in her studies that she was going to graduate a full year early. Yes, life was finally getting better for her, and she had slowly put the traumas of her childhood behind her and left her horrible parents and brother in the past.

After graduation, Ophelia had the task of finding herself a job. This wasn't going to be too hard with her shining qualifications, and soon she got herself a prestigious job designing robots to help disabled people with everyday tasks. She was very happy to help people with disabilities such as hers; it was her way of giving back to the world. She made a lot of money and soon became rich off of her inventions. Ophelia Fairburn was living a truly amazing life, exactly what her family thought she would never have simply because she was deaf.

And then, ten years later, when Ophelia and Felix were twenty-six years old, they found out.

It was a normal, dreary Saturday for the Fairburn household as they watched TV before going wherever they needed to go. More accurately, they bickered with each other over stupid things while the TV blared the news in the background. Gareth tuned into the daily news just as Felix dragged himself over to the sofa to try and steal the remote from his father. "Get your hands off that, boy," Gareth snarled. "I need to listen to this." Felix glared and tried to grab it, but he wasn't as strong as his father and Gareth retained control of the precious remote. But then his finger slipped onto a different button, turning to a different news channel that was currently on its business section.

"Now that the section about currencies, stocks and shares are over, let's go to the up-and-coming businesspeople section," the anchorman narrated. "In the disabled and elderly care industry, Ophelia Fairburn has been making waves with her domesticated robots that can cook, clean and even bathe a person at the touch of a remote control, perfect for both overworked carers and lonely disabled people with no immediate family. Her net worth is estimated to be at £500 billion . . . " For the Fairburns, the sleepy Saturday had just slapped them awake. Was it true that their Ophelia was now worth around half a trillion pounds, or did they mishear the anchorman? It just didn't seem possible. Felix raced upstairs to grab his phone and searched his sister's name. Sure enough, he found out about the company she worked for (now owned outright) and the inventions she'd designed, patented and sold. People were singing her praises left, right and centre. There wasn't a bad word to be said about her. Felix took his phone and shoved it in his parents' faces.

"Mum! Dad! The guy on the news was right! Ophelia's a billionaire! Ophelia's a billionaire!" Felix yelled. "Look!" Rosa read the news articles over and over, her face turning pale. Gareth was slowly growing angrier. His face was bright red, veins popping up near his temple.

"Why didn't she tell us about this?" Gareth yelled. "She hasn't contacted us in ages! We're her family! We deserve all this money for raising her and stuff!" Rosa and Felix agreed almost immediately, their pupils being replaced with pound signs. They were desperate for money and would do just about anything to get it, and Ophelia was their deaf little piggy bank, stuffed to the brim with cold, hard cash.

"Yeah! Ophelia should be thankful we didn't send her to some orphanage for disabled kids!" Rosa agreed.

"But how do we find her?" Felix asked. "She doesn't want to see us, ever!"

"Everything's on the internet now, you moron," Gareth grunted. "Give it here." Gareth snatched his son's phone to type 'Ophelia Fairburn's address' into Google's search bar and pressed enter. Nothing came up. "Huh?"

"Nobody puts their address on the internet. That's just stupid," Felix scoffed. He snatched his phone back and typed 'which city does Ophelia Fairburn live in?' He got a hit immediately.

Las Vegas, Nevada, USA.

"The United States?" Rosa yelped. "We can't afford to go there! We're practically broke! We can barely pay the electric bill!" Then Felix had an idea, which was pretty rare for him.

"Well, what if she comes to us?" Felix proposed. Gareth looked at him like he was crazy, but he wasn't deterred. "We'll make an appeal to Ophelia by making a YouTube video where we tell the people watching that we're her family and we really want her back and we miss her and all that sappy stuff. Then the video will go viral, Ophelia will see it, and she'll come and see us and do whatever we want!"

"Oh, my precious boy!" Rosa cheered, sobbing onto her son's shoulder with pride and the thought of money. "I knew you were clever, no matter what the schools said!" Gareth was smiling at his son for the first time in a while.

"Good job, son!" Gareth was smirking at the thought of his daughter paying for everything he wanted and needed. He'd never have to work a day in his life again. He could finally, finally brag about having a smart kid. His life was falling into place. The patriarch of the Fairburn house got out a dusty camera tripod from the attic into the living room, ready to film a video worthy of an Oscar. Felix placed his phone where the camera should be, made sure it faced him and his parents, and started the livestream for his tearful campaign the moment he sat down on the sofa with them.

"Hello, everyone. I am Felix Fairburn, and I am here with my family to make an appeal to my sister, Ophelia Fairburn," Felix replied. "Yes, you heard right. Ophelia Fairburn, the billionaire, is my twin sister, and I'm doing this livestream as, uh . . . a last-ditch effort to reach out to her. I haven't seen my sister since we were sixteen, a decade ago, when she left for Silver Oaks Prodigies Academy on a scholarship. Ophelia, I just want to say that I love you, and I miss you so much, and can you please, please, contact us somehow? It's been ten years and we need to talk and make up for lost time." Everything was going perfectly so far; Rosa and Gareth both looked suitably heartbroken, and Felix looked dishevelled and had even turned on the waterworks. "Mum, Dad, would you like to say something?"

"Ophelia, my baby, please come home," Rosa whimpered. "I want my precious baby girl back with me. We miss you."

"Dad?" Felix prompted, turning to his father. It all went downhill from there.

"Ophelia, sweetie, please come home, we need your help," Gareth pleaded. "We're about to have the electric turned off and we don't have the money to pay for it. Please, anything helps."

"Dad, are you sure that this is what you want to say?" Felix asked, nervously. The waterworks had stopped now, funnily enough.

"Sweetie, don't you remember what the news said about her? She's insanely rich," his mother whispered, breaking out of character. The matriarch had no idea that she was being heard loud and clear. "She could buy us anything and everything we want! We need more money, and she's got it! Nobody in this house will ever have to work ever again for the rest of their lives!"

"Mum! Dad! Look, I know you want to be rich, and I want all that money too, but you can't just say things like this," Felix replied, trying not to freak out on camera. "We're going live to the whole world."

"What, we can't do another take or edit the video after or something?" Rosa asked. "She'll never know, the fucking deaf idiot. It's going to be fine, and we'll be rich."

"No, we can't edit the video," Felix replied. "A live stream doesn't let you do that." Gareth sighed and went to his son's phone, searching for how to turn off the livestream. Instead, he accidentally uploaded it. A 'ping' could be heard from Felix's phone alerting him that the livestream had been uploaded. Felix felt sick at the thought of the damning video being on the internet for all to see. "Oh, fuck. Holy fuckin' shit. This is on the internet for everyone to see now."

"Oh, well, it was worth a shot," Rosa sighed. "Maybe nobody would end up seeing this. I bet Ophelia won't even know."


Meanwhile, Ophelia sat in her luxurious penthouse, sipping on a martini next to the pool in a bikini on her day off. After all the hard work she'd put into designing home help technology and earning herself all that money, she deserved some downtime. As she was about to call her maid over to fetch her another martini, her phone pinged. And then it pinged again, and again. She was receiving countless texts from her friends.

You need to see this, girl. It's gone viral. These people tried to send a video appeal and they're saying they're your family. Are they? P.S. Watch all of it.

OMG look at these gold-diggers. They're trying to get money out of you by saying they're your family. You need to watch this.

Ophelia, I just saw this on top trending videos, it's at number 1. Is this real? Please tell me!

Ophelia turned on the video, forcing herself to watch the whole five-minute video of her family doing their best to get money out of her. She wanted to sob her heart out, wanted to curl up and die alone where nobody could see her, but then she had a new desire. She wanted revenge. Her parents had thrown her aside the moment they'd learned that she was deaf and not a normal child, like Felix. They'd treated her as if she was a second-class citizen, favouring Felix over her and not being afraid to show it. Nobody had been particularly sad to see her leave and she was never contacted by her parents or Felix. Her family had forgotten about her, and they'd done it quickly. But now they wanted to see her, but it was only for their own selfish needs. They didn't want her for her. They never did. Ophelia never wanted to see or hear from her family ever again. She ignored the text messages from her friends and went back to sipping on her martini. But she didn't feel relaxed any more. She felt uptight, paranoid. Her phone pinged one more time, and it was the PR team of her company, emailing her about the same video.

Miss Fairburn, I must tell you as a matter of great urgency that there is a video circulating the internet involving three people claiming to be your family. News stations have found the video and want to talk to you. What do you want to do?

Ophelia looked at the email with absolute terror, before finding something consume her, filling her lungs and taking over her brain. That something was courage. She emailed the PR team.

Prepare a press conference so I can talk to these news stations as soon as possible. If they want answers, they'll get them.


Three days later, Ophelia found herself sitting in front of an army of cameras, flashing and clicking. Reporters thrust microphones in her face and shouted questions. This would have sent a normal person in a state of panic and anxiety, but Ophelia was poised and perfectly calm while those around her screamed. She turned up her hearing aids as much as she could to hear everything everyone said. "Miss Fairburn," one reporter yelled. "Tom Atosauce, reporting for Weasel and Companions. Have you seen the video of the three people identifying themselves as your family and asking for money?"

"Yes, I have," Ophelia replied. "It is shocking, brazen and a sickening reminder of how far people will go for the sake of money."

"But are they telling the truth? Are they really your family?" Tom asked. This was the million dollar question. Ophelia had to steel herself before answering the man.

"They are my biological parents and the man identifying himself as Felix Fairburn is my twin brother," Ophelia admitted. The reporters began to yell more questions.

"Anita Mint, Friday Herald. Out of curiosity, why do you call them biological parents and not just parents? Why didn't you just use the word family?" Anita asked.

"Because they weren't true family to me," Ophelia replied. "Throughout my childhood, I was treated differently to Felix because I was born deaf and he was a normal child. I was yelled at for the slightest mistake and ignored more often than not, while Felix was doted on. He could do no wrong, and I could do no right. The brother who misses me so much spent his childhood making mine miserable. I remember him stealing my hearing aids and hiding them just to punish me for some stupid, juvenile reason. Neither of my parents ever really spent time with me, but what they did spend was my disability allowance, meant to pay for therapy and tuition and hearing aids. They did the bare minimum and spent the rest on their darling baby boy. My hearing aids were only updated and replaced when someone outside the family mentioned it around my parents, who would pay for more so they didn't look like bad parents. When my and my brother's exams came, all their hopes were pinned on my brother. They doubted my ability to succeed in the exams. When I succeeded, my parents insisted that I give my place to my brother, despite my having earned it. When I refused, my father said these words, and I remember them because they've been burned into my memory: 'You know what? It's fine. Go to the genius school and stay there forever! None of us here want you back!' I went, taking all my stuff with me and applied to see if I was eligible for housing. I lived with roommates who helped show me that my parents truly were toxic, and helped me get past issues I didn't know I had. When I was in school, never did I hear anything from them, and when I graduated, they weren't there to witness it. Since the day I started at Silver Oaks Prodigies Academy to just now, I didn't contact them, and they didn't contact me. And everyone who's seen the video knows why they contacted me: for the money. They used me for money when I was a child when they used my disability money to spoil my brother, and they tried to use me for money now. I don't see them as family anymore."

"Excuse me, Miss Fairburn! I'd like to ask you a question. Haywood Jaleeve-Meebie for The Las Vegas Herald. Are you going to contact your family or give them any money?" Haywood asked.

"No. No, I won't, not while I'm alive," Ophelia replied. "At the start of the video, I was considering it, and I actually felt something tug at the heartstrings. But after hearing my mother call me a - pardon my language, ladies and gentlemen - 'fucking deaf idiot' and my father openly talk about the electricity for the house being turned off and how 'anything helped' like I was to consider my parents and brother as a charity. The only money they're getting is when I'm dead and my will is being read out by my lawyer after the funeral." The reporters laughed at that. "Now, are there any further questions from anyone?" There was a collective shaking of heads from the crowd of reporters; they had everything they needed for the biggest story of the year. The billionaire that got away from her family only for them to beg for money from the other side of the world was an amazing break for the world of journalism. "Good to know. Thank you for listening to me." Then the billionaire left, getting into a Mercedes and driving away.


Back in the Fairburn household, chaos reigned supreme as Gareth screamed and lunged at his son for humiliating them all over the internet. "You idiot! I knew I should never have trusted you!" Gareth screamed, as Rosa tried to separate her husband and her son. "You've ruined us! People are egging our house, I got fired from work because of all the bad publicity, our faces are all over the internet, the entire town won't talk to us and people are laughing at us in the street and calling us gold-diggers and beggars! We're ruined and it's all because of that stupid video! I don't know why I went along with it!"

"Because you wanted money, you stupid old man!" Felix screamed. "You always want money!"

"Why, you little-" Gareth was about to jump on Felix, but his wife stopped him.

"Can't you see he just made a mistake with the type of video?" Rosa implored. "Maybe if there was a second video-"

"Oh, take your blinkers off, woman! Your son's a moron!" Gareth snarled. "He couldn't find his own ass with both his hands in his back pockets! And a second video would make everything worse!" He put on his shoes and got his coat. "I'm going out. Don't bother making dinner for me." Then he left the house, leaving a broken Rosa sobbing onto the dining table just as the electricity got cut off. Felix just went to his room and read articles of people talking about his livestream, reliving his 15 minutes of shame over and over again. He wondered what Ophelia was doing at that moment. At a party? Going on a date with a rich, handsome man? Relaxing by the pool? Watching a movie? Partying with people out of his league? It has to be better than what I'm doing, he thought bitterly, as he tried to ignore the hate mail he was getting. Anything's better than this.


Ophelia was actually at work, sorting a list of chores any domestic robot would have to do in order of importance. Most people hated work, but Ophelia enjoyed it immensely because she truly loved her job. It was as if she wasn't working at all, really. Although, it was a little annoying that she was constantly interrupted by notification sounds from her phone, alerting her to each and every reaction video to her family's livestream. Yep, the best revenge really was living well and forgetting the past, but when the past came back to try and haunt you, then you could get away with a public put-down if you really wanted.