I posted my beautiful photos online. Someone commented below calling me a scammer. I thought it was a joke to get my attention, but when I came back, my social media was exploding. Hundreds of people were mentioning and messaging me to return their money. I was confused and when I checked the comments, there were already hundreds of them calling me a scammer. Someone even explained the situation and got a lot of likes: "This handsome guy and beautiful girl were in an online relationship and got scammed for 8500 yuan."
I posted my beautiful photos online.
Someone commented below, accusing me of being a scammer.
I thought it was a joke to get my attention, but when I came back, my Facebook was flooded with messages.
Hundreds of people tagged me and sent private messages demanding I return their money.
I was completely bewildered. When I opened the comments section, I found that the comment accusing me of being a scammer had hundreds of replies.
Someone had explained the situation and received a lot of likes:
"This poor guy and girl got tricked in an online romance scam and were swindled out of $8500."
"How can someone be so handsome yet so naive? Handsome idiot, you're so cute, I feel sorry for you. Bad woman, hurry up and return the money!"
"Online dating scammer, may your whole family suffer! You even scammed the handsome guy's money, hurry up and return it!"
"I checked out the handsome guy's profile. He likes the type of woman the blogger is, no wonder he got scammed so badly. Let this be a lesson, remember that the prettier the woman, the more likely she is to scam you. @Blogger, stop pretending to be dead and return the money!"
I posted some beautiful photos of myself on a website, and before long, the comment section was flooded with accusations, all demanding that I return the money and subjecting me to online abuse.
I was stunned.
I clicked on the profile of the person who claimed to have been scammed.
His latest post was a video of himself, tearfully saying that he really liked his online girlfriend's type, but he got scammed and felt very sad.
The guy was indeed very handsome, with a bit of a "boy-next-door" look.
Even I had to admit he was my type at first glance.
No wonder passersby felt sorry for him and rallied to his defense.
But he caused me to be insulted and abused online!
I held back my anger and looked through the screenshots he posted of his conversation with the scammer.
The girl had said she wanted to buy a game skin, and the handsome idiot agreed, transferring $8500 to her.
When he tried to message her again, he found that she had blocked him.
There were no photos, and the profile picture wasn't mine.
Just based on his words, he claimed I had scammed him.
I let out a frustrated laugh and immediately posted a screenshot of my bank account showing a seven-figure balance:
"Sorry, I don't need to waste my time scamming for such a small amount of money. Besides, I'm single, and my social media profile picture is not this one. Your naive guy must have been scammed by someone else pretending to be me."
Apparently, my seven-figure balance was very convincing, and the people who had been defending him were stunned and started to change their tune:
"With that kind of balance, a wealthy woman indeed doesn't need to scam anyone."
"A seven-figure bank balance and she's so good-looking. Forget the handsome idiot, wealthy woman, if you're single, how about considering me!"
After clearing my name, my roommate called me to eat, so I logged off the social media platform.
When I logged back in before bed, I found that the naive guy had messaged me.
"Sorry for causing you trouble. But I still want to ask, is this really not your social media account? She sent me a lot of photos, I checked, they weren't stock photos, otherwise, I wouldn't have been so easily fooled."
I chuckled softly and sent him a screenshot of my real social media profile picture: "This is my actual profile picture. See if it matches. As for the photos you mentioned, I don't know which ones they are. Can you send them to me?"
Within a minute, he sent a few pictures over.
These photos included some that I had only posted in my Moments, not on any other platforms.
Some were taken by someone else.
Without exception, they were all very personal, everyday photos.
Originally, I was a bit nonchalant, thinking he was just using stock photos to scam people. But now, I sat up straight in bed.
Oh my God, who was this person, using my real-life photos to scam people online?
The naive guy might not even be the only one who got scammed!
This was about my reputation and image, and I couldn't sleep anymore. I thoughtfully composed a message:
"These photos you have are quite private, usually only posted in my Moments, not on other platforms. As for those taken by someone else, I have no idea when they were taken. I don't know if you're the only one who got scammed, but this behavior is clearly affecting my reputation. Can you help me find out who she is? As a reward, I can help you get back that $8500."
The naive guy's side showed he was typing, but no message came through for a long time.
I didn't mind, patiently waiting.
Then I saw his reply: "I don't want the money, just give me your social media."
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