I Funded The Girl Who Ruined Me

Synopsis

After coming back to life, I locked eyes with Sloane Zamora, the poor student everyone saw as the class belle. She was caught stealing some bread. Ignoring her pleading gaze, I recorded the scene and left her with the angry shop owner. In my previous life, as Sloane's classmate, I rushed to her defense without knowing why she was being beaten. When I found out she had stolen, I still paid ten times the price. Then I even provided her with 1,500 dollars a month. I was smug about helping Sloane, never imagining she'd grow to hate me for witnessing her lowest moment. Later, not only did she spend my money and steal my boyfriend while pretending to be my bestie, but she also conspired with him to destroy my family's company. The day I was left homeless, Sloane appeared with some bread, her voice honeyed and venomous. She sneered, "Romina, all these years, you kept me like a dog, probably feeling so proud of yourself. But did you ever think you'd end up being treated like a dog, too?" She threw the bread to the ground and stomped on it over and over. Then she stood with her hands on her hips, watching me devour it hungrily. But she'd laced the bread with poison. Blood streamed from my eyes, nose, and mouth. I died right there on the spot. Now, Sloane staggered back into the classroom, her face a mask of bruises from beating. In front of the whole class, she pointed a trembling finger at me and sobbed, "You were there. How could you just stand there and watch?" I sighed and stood up, facing the accusing glares, "You were beaten for theft. If I had stepped in, everyone would think we were in on it together."