On my third day driving for a ride-hailing app, I picked up a female passenger who was completely wasted.

Early the next morning, the police knocked on my door.

At the station, the woman pointed straight at my face and screamed, "It was this driver! He raped me while I was drunk in the car. I’m still bleeding down there!"

Her boyfriend lunged at me, trying to punch me, but the officers restrained him.

People at the station started pulling out their phones to record, shouting insults like "scumbag" and "pervert" at me.

An officer who wore a gloomy face asked, "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

I calmly took off my baseball cap. I even thought about unbinding my chest.

"Officer, there’s something I’m really curious about. I’m a woman. With what, exactly, would I have made her bleed?"

On my third day driving for a ride-hailing app, I picked up a female passenger who was completely wasted.

Early the next morning, the police knocked on my door.

At the station, the woman pointed straight at my face and screamed, “It was this driver! He raped me while I was drunk in the car. I’m still bleeding down there!”

Her boyfriend lunged at me, trying to punch me, but the officers restrained him.

People at the station started pulling out their phones to record, shouting insults like “scumbag” and “pervert" at me.

An officer who wore a gloomy face asked, “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

I calmly took off my baseball cap. I even thought about unbinding my chest.

“Officer, there’s something I’m really curious about. I’m a woman. With what, exactly, would I have made her bleed?”

…

The young officer taking the statement froze for a moment. His eyes flicked between my flat chest and my Adam’s apple.

I cut my hair into a buzz cut for safety purposes when driving a night. I was wearing a chest binder, and I deliberately lowered my voice as well. Coupled with my height of 5"9, it was easy to mistake me for a man.

The officer cleared his throat and said, “ID.”

I took out my identification and slapped it onto the table.

On the ID, the gender section plainly read: [Female]

After verifying the information, the officer’s expression softened. He turned to Aileen Hayes and asked, “Look carefully. She’s a woman. How could she have raped you? This must be a misunderstanding. Were you too drunk and remembered it wrong?”

Aileen stared at my ID, her eyes practically bulging out of her head. Her face was filled with disbelief.

“That’s impossible! The ID must be fake!”

She shrieked and lunged forward, grabbing my collar. “He’s a man! I felt it! That strength in the car, only a man could have been capable of that! Officer, don’t let him fool you! He must’ve had surgery, or he’s some kind of perverted cross-dresser!”

I slapped her hand away and said coldly, “Lady, want me to drop my pants right now so you can check for yourself?”

Aileen kept trying to make a scene until an officer shouted at her.

“This is a police station! Keep it up, and you’ll be detained!”

“Our system confirms the driver is female, biologically female, with no record of gender reassignment.”

That settled it.

Nelson Mullins' face turned red as doubt was written all over his face when he looked at Aileen, his girlfriend.

“Aileen, didn’t you say… he was the one who made you bleed? If she’s a woman, then why were you bleeding down there?”

Aileen panicked. She suddenly clutched her stomach, squatted on the floor, and burst into tears. “I don’t know! I fell asleep in her car, and when I woke up, it was already like that! Nelson, are you even a man? I’m already in this state, and you’re still doubting me?”

Some of the onlookers who had started to leave immediately gathered again.

Someone whispered, “Maybe this driver got a fake ID just to harass female passengers.”

“Yeah, there are plenty of sick people these days.”

At this moment, the officers were clearly fed up with Aileen's nonsense.

“That’s enough! You should provide evidence before making such claims."

“Was there an audio or video recording in the car?” an officer asked.

I nodded. “Yes, but the memory card was full last night. I don’t know if it overwrote anything. I’ll have to check once I get home.”

“Then leave the equipment here. Both parties can go home. Wait to be contacted.”

I signed the paperwork, put my cap back on, and prepared to leave.

Just as I stepped out of the station, Aileen rushed after me. She grabbed my sleeve, her eyes full of venom.

“Don’t think you can just walk away! You caused a fight between Nelson and me. This isn’t over!”

I shook Aileen off. “You’re insane. Get your head checked.”

I thought it was just a farce. Once I pulled the dashcam footage, everything would be cleared up. However, I underestimated just how vicious this woman was.

…

Back at my rental room, I was about to export the video when my phone suddenly started vibrating nonstop. Notifications came flooding in. There were hundreds of text messages, and even my social media account was popping up with endless friend requests.

My hands trembled as I played the video that was constantly being sent to me.

Onscreen, Aileen was sobbing hysterically. Her voice was hoarse with emotion as she accused me of rape.

My shout of claiming to be a woman was cut out completely, leaving only the footage of me red‑faced and flustered. I looked like I was trying to explain myself.

The caption was horrifying:

[Ride-Hailing Horror! Perverted Driver Rapes Drunk Female Passenger, Then Walks Out of Police Station Using Connections!]

[Victim’s Boyfriend Breaks Down on the Spot. Police Suspected of Cover-Up!]

The comment section was filled with hundreds of thousands of messages, all cursing me.

[Why does a monster like this deserve due process? Just torture him to death!]

[I know where he lives! Anyone coming with me? I’ve got a knife. Today, we deliver justice!]

[Castration’s too easy on him. Tie him up and let a pack of dogs have him. Let him have a taste of it himself!]

My phone number and home address were pinned at the top. Even photos of my parents had been edited into funeral portraits.

Before I could even catch my breath, my landlord called. “Casey, you piece of trash! Get the hell out of my apartment right now! Someone just poured glue into my door lock and dumped feces outside! How am I supposed to rent out this place now?”

I tried to explain, “It’s all lies. Please listen…”

“Hell no! I’ve never seen a pervert like you! Forget the penalty. Pack your shit and get out now!”

Then, the ride‑hailing platform notification came in: [Due to suspected involvement in a serious crime and the severe negative social impact caused, your account has been permanently banned. We'll fully cooperate with police investigations.]

My job was gone. My home was gone. The whole world was pushing me toward death.

I collapsed in the darkness, gripping the dashcam memory card in my hand. As my hand trembled uncontrollably, I plugged it into my computer. The screen flickered, then a gray dialog box popped up: [Severe physical damage. Data cannot be read.]

In that instant, my blood turned to ice.

I suddenly remembered Aileen outside the police station, lunging at me like a rabid dog. In the chaos, my bag fell to the ground, and she stomped on it hard.

Just then, violent banging erupted from outside my door.

Nelson’s beast‑like roar was heard next. “Casey! You cowardly piece of shit! Get out here and die!”

Aileen’s sobbing voice followed. She sounded pitiful and fragile. “Guys, it’s here! That animal who ruined me is hiding in there! Please help me… I really don’t want to live anymore…”

Through the peephole, I saw the hallway packed with people. Nelson stood at the front, thick‑necked and scowling with a baseball bat in his hand.

…

I called the police immediately, but before they could arrive, the security door was forced open. Nelson charged in without giving me a second to speak and swung the bat straight at me.

I screamed and collapsed to the floor. Cold sweat instantly soaked my back.

“Fucking bastard! How dare you lay a hand on my woman?!” He was completely unhinged. Every blow was filled with pure malice. “I’ll skin you alive if it’s the last thing I do!”

I could only curl up and protect my head, choking on broken sobs.

No one tried to stop it. Someone even stepped on the back of my hand just to get a better camera angle.

They shouted excitedly into their phones, “Guys! This is the rapist! Get a good look at his face!”

“The top gifter is going crazy! Ten rockets if you break a leg! Nelson, did you hear that? Break his leg!”

“Beat him to death! Trash like this shouldn't be left to live!”

Aileen stood in the middle of the crowd with her arms crossed. She didn't try to stop them. Instead, she was fanning the flames.

“Nelson! Break his hands! Those filthy hands touched me. Cripple them!”

“Kick him in the crotch! Make sure he can never be a man again!”

The sharp crack of bones breaking made my scalp go numb. The pain exploded, my vision went black, and a metallic sweetness surged up my throat.

I spat out a mouthful of blood and foam, clinging to the last shred of consciousness as I stared at Aileen’s hypocritical face. My voice came out hoarse.

“Aileen… you’ll pay for this.”

She looked at me with nothing but contempt. “Pay for it? Please. Casey, didn't you think about the consequences when you raped me? Go to hell. Just seeing someone like you alive makes me sick.”

Finally, sirens wailed in the distance.

As Nelson was dragged away, he kept thrashing and spat a thick wad of phlegm straight onto my face.

“Pfft! This is disgusting. He got my hands dirty!”

Meanwhile, I was hauled into the ambulance like a dead dog.

Just before I sank into complete darkness, I saw Aileen’s face twist into an instant mask of fragile innocence.

“I’m sorry for wasting public resources… My boyfriend just acted out of impulse. He was only trying to protect me… I want to be kind too… but what about me, the real victim?”

…

I spent three days in the hospital.

Three broken ribs, a pulverized left hand, and a major concussion.

Aileen became the ‘Most Beautiful Anti-Assault Advocate,’ raking in hundreds of thousands from three days of livestream sales. Countless people hailed her as an icon.

On the contrary, I became the universally hated rapist, pervert, and scum. My phone was flooded with messages wishing me dead.

Even the nurse changing my bandages looked at me with open hostility. She ripped off the gauze that had fused to my flesh, completely ignoring my trembling.

“Ouch…” I sucked in a sharp breath from the pain.

She shot me a cold glance. Disgust was written all over her face. “What are you whining about? That hurts?”

She deliberately pressed harder on my wound. “When you ruined that woman, it hurt her a hundred times more than this!”

I wanted to explain, but no words came out.

…

Not long after, Aileen came to visit me.

She didn't bring Nelson along. She brought two assistants and a phone. She was livestreaming.

The moment she entered the ward, she dropped to her knees beside my bed, sobbing dramatically.

“Casey, even though you hurt me, I’m a kind person. I don’t want to push things too far. If you agree to one condition, I’ll write a letter of forgiveness so that you won’t go to prison.”

I watched her coldly, seeing straight through the act.

The live chat exploded:

[She’s too kind!]

[Why give trash like him a chance?]

[Our queen’s got a heart of gold!]

Aileen wiped her tears and finally stated her condition, “Nelson was arrested for beating you and has to pay for your medical bills. And I broke up with him because he claimed I’d lost my innocence.”