I Dragged Him To The Exam And He Destroyed My Future For Her Chapter 07

I Dragged Him To The Exam And He Destroyed My Future For Her Chapter 07

Spring of junior year. I secured early admission to a direct-entry Ph.D. program.

I had the top GPA in the department, two peer-reviewed journal articles, and a national undergraduate research award.

My advisor said, “Megan, have you considered the direct-entry Ph.D. track? You can pick your focus area.”

I said yes.

Meanwhile, the evidence I’d been collecting on Skylar and Chad had grown into a sizable file.

Two years. They never stopped.

Neither did I.

Every time they made a move, I documented it quietly. Never responded. Never defended myself.

Skylar must have thought I was an easy target, because she got bolder.

She even started showing up near my campus. I didn’t alert her. I just kept documenting.

Fall of senior year, two weeks before my Ph.D. program admission decision was due.

The email I’d been waiting for arrived.

[Dear Ms. Holloway, the Academic Integrity Board has received a whistleblower complaint alleging research misconduct in a paper you published during your undergraduate studies.

Please submit all relevant raw data and lab records within three business days to facilitate the investigation.]

I read the email and smiled.

There it was.

In my last life, it happened exactly like this.

Except last time, I had no warning.

I opened the attachment.

[Complainant: Skylar Tate, sophomore, Lakehurst State College, Bioengineering.

Complaint summary: In Ms. Holloway’s 2024 paper published in the Journal of Applied Mathematics, certain experimental data points appear to have been altered and do not match the original lab records.]

I read through her complaint carefully.

She’d put some effort into it, but it was laughable.

The data she pointed out? It was from other papers I’d cited. None of it was even my own raw data.

Skylar’s academic level wasn’t high enough to understand that.

And I knew exactly how she got hold of this information, because this time, I’d been watching their moves.

Three months earlier, Chad had started fishing for info from my university.

I spent a day compiling my response and submitted all my materials the next day.

And I added an extra document.

Title: [Evidence Compilation Regarding Complainant Skylar Tate’s Long-Term Defamation and Harassment.]

Dozens of pages. Organized chronologically.

From freshman year to present. Screenshots of malicious comments. Instagram check-ins near my campus. Chat records. Photos of her outside my university. Everything.

Enough to prove, beyond any doubt, that she was acting out of spite.

Charlotte stared at my stack of documents, speechless.

“Are you nervous?”

“No.”

“What if they don’t believe you?”

I looked at her and smiled. “They’ll believe the evidence.”

“And Skylar? She accused you of misconduct. Even if they find out she lied, the worst she gets is an apology, right?”

I didn’t say anything.

An apology? I didn’t want her apology.

“Charlotte, do you know what happens when someone knowingly files a false academic misconduct complaint?”

“What?”

“Their university gets notified. In serious cases? They can be expelled.”

Charlotte’s eyes went wide.

I closed my laptop and lay down on my bed.

“I’m going to sleep. Class tomorrow.”

“Megan. Sometimes you’re honestly kind of scary.”

I closed my eyes and didn’t answer.

Scary?

No. I just didn’t want to be the Megan who let people walk all over her anymore.

“Skylar. Your turn now.”