Chapter 1

My coworker, Sarah, sent me a video of her baby. Out of kindness, I told her that I thought the child might have a serious illness, but she called me crazy.

Later, when her child passed away, Sarah became convinced I had cursed him to death. She even incited her wicked mother-in-law to push me from a high-rise building.

I was reborn, back to the day Sarah sent me that video of her baby. She asked me: [Isn't my baby so adorable?]

I simply smiled, saying nothing at all.

Without missing a beat, I introduced her to my so-called best friend.

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I was reborn.

On my screen, Sarah had sent me a video of her baby, asking: [Isn't my baby adorable?]

In the video, I could see the child's eyes kept flickering, and he wouldn't stop shaking his head.

In my previous life, worried sick, I had asked: [Has your baby had headaches or been throwing up? If so, you really need to get him checked out right away.]

Sarah kept pestering me for a specific diagnosis, but I couldn't bring myself to be so blunt. I simply repeated: [You must take him to the hospital.]

A few days later, she sent another video. Her baby was now puking and bawling his lungs out. She asked: [What's going on with him now?]

My jaw dropped. I replied: [He's in such distress! Why haven't you taken him to a doctor yet?]

She simply replied: [Boys are supposed to cry and be rowdy. Better than whining like a girl, right? It's nothing to worry about.]

By then, the truth was, it was already hopeless. His small body was racked with convulsions from crying; even someone with a heart of stone would have felt pity.

I couldn't hold back any longer. [Don't you dare stall any longer! Look at his symptoms—he might have a brain tumor! Get him to the hospital, now!]

On the day he was finally taken to the hospital, he was diagnosed with a brain tumor and passed away three days later.

Sarah's vicious mother-in-law read our chat history and became convinced I had cursed her precious grandson, shoving me from a high-rise building.

After I died, Sarah came strutting over to my grave, looking smug. "You know, I've never liked you! Every single day, my husband beats and screams at me, and I have to put up with his mother. But you? You have a higher position and a husband who's respectable and gentle—why do you deserve it all?

"The doctor told me two months ago that my baby wasn't going to make it, but I couldn't tell my family. If I did, my mother-in-law would blame me for not giving her a healthy grandson, and she would have her son beat me to death!

"So I had to make you take the blame. You were so useless, you couldn't even fight off an old hag. But still, the pointlessness of your death was a great relief to me!"

Just thinking about her smug face now, my blood boiled.

So this time around, when Sarah sent me the same baby video, I simply replied with a smiley emoji and said not a word.

When her first ploy failed and she saw we were alone in the office, Sarah approached me with a sly smile. "Helen, your mom is a pediatrician, right? You must know a lot about this. If there's something wrong with my boy, you need to tell me. If you keep quiet and he's diagnosed with something, I'll say you stood by and let him suffer, that you were the one who delayed his treatment."

If I gave her a warning, she'd say I had cursed the child to death; if I didn't, she would claim I had delayed his treatment.

Her shamelessness made my stomach churn.

She had set a very tight trap for me.

But she was in for a disappointment.

My computer suddenly rang out with our boss's furious voice. "Sarah, what is this nonsense? Can't you see we're in a meeting?"

Sarah froze.

I hadn't made a sound, and she had no idea I was listening in on the meeting.

I had just unmuted my microphone, allowing her threats to be heard clearly by everyone in the meeting.

Estella Warren, our boss with a fiery temper, cut in, "Sarah, are you insane? Helen is not a doctor. If you and your child are sick, then hurry to a hospital and get treatment. What is wrong with you?"

Afraid to upset the hot-tempered Estella, Sarah quickly forced a smile. "I was just making a joke."

I said soberly, "Health is not something to joke about. If you're concerned about your child, take him for a checkup as soon as possible. There is no time like the present. Estella, perhaps you can give Sarah a day off."

Estella didn't hesitate. "Granted. Sarah, you will take your child for a checkup tomorrow. If you don't go, and your child is found to have a problem later, I will say you deliberately delayed his treatment."

I feigned a laugh. "The boss's orders are on the meeting recording, Sarah. Don't treat your child's health so lightly."

Sarah's face was a mask of anger and shame as she furiously pounded on her keyboard, venting her frustration.

Watching Sarah, I felt both annoyed and amused. Just then, a message popped up on my screen.

It was a message from my so-called best friend, Jessica Harper.

Jessica: [Helen, I've always considered you my closest friend. Now I've just lost my job and am in such a difficult situation, yet you keep dragging your feet and refuse to find me a position! Is this how you repay my sincere friendship?]

Jessica: [Dan says you've always been jealous that I was more popular in school, and that's why you won't help me. I never wanted to believe him, but it looks like he was right all along.]

The second message was deleted seconds later, leaving me with no evidence if I wanted to confront my husband, Daniel Evans.

Jessica was merely my high school classmate, yet she constantly paraded herself as my best friend.

She always invited herself into my car when our commutes coincided, playing the "best friend" card. "We're best friends, aren't we? You can't say no!" she'd say.

Before I could think of an excuse, my husband Daniel agreed on my behalf.

I often worked overtime, so Daniel would drive her home alone after work. She even brought her own seat cushion and backrest, making the passenger seat seem like her exclusive spot.

I was upset, but Daniel just brushed it off. "It's just a small thing, why get so worked up? You're being too petty."

He worked at a research institute, had little experience in real life, and was never good at handling things tactfully. So his attitude didn't bother me much.

Thinking back now, I hate how slow I was in my past life, letting those terrible people take advantage of me freely.

It was only right before I died that I finally learned the truth.