My words completely disgusted him. He had nothing left to say to me.
With one last furious glare, Mark turned and stormed away.
Watching him leave, I let out a sigh of relief.
In my last life, Mark’s childhood sweetheart, Stella, had returned from abroad. The moment she was back, his world revolved around her. Ten years of knowing Mark, and Stella made me look like a joke.
We were already talking about marriage, but seeing how devoted he was to Stella, I wasn’t one to cling. I was ready to step aside and let them be together.
But right then, Stella was caught stealing, dining and dashing, and even killing someone in a hit–and–run.
Trying to be reasonable, I told Mark that Stella should turn herself in to get a lighter sentence.
But he just looked at me like I was crazy. “What are you talking about, Melody? You’re the one who did those things. What does it have to do with Stella?”
N was about to ask him what he meant when the mall manager, the restaurant owner, and the victim’s family all found me, accusing me of theft, skipping out on a bill, and a hit–and–run.
I thought they had the wrong person, Stella and I looked nothing alike
1thought they had the wrong person. Stella and I looked nothing alike.
1 patiently explained, but the three victims pulled out security footage. The person in the videos, committing all those crimes, was clearly me.
I had no way to defend myself. The victim’s family, having lost their only son, was mentally shattered. They stabbed me over a dozen times right there.
After I died, I couldn’t figure out how every single piece of security footage–from the mall, the restaurant, the street–all clearly showed me as the culprit. Faking one video might be possible, but faking so many would be incredibly difficult.
So, what went wrong?
Reborn into this life, I was determined to uncover the truth.
I was held at the police station for three days.
After three days of counseling and education, they let me go.
The first thing I did with my phone was search the local news, just as I remembered from my last life.
Sure enough, Mark’s sweetheart, Stella, had committed all the same crimes.
But unlike the panic I felt last time, I was completely calm. I’d been locked up for three days. The person in the security footage couldn’t possibly be me this time, right?
But I was wrong.
I had only taken a few steps from the police station, stopping to buy a bowl of soup from a street vendor, when a group of angry people surrounded me.
The man in the lead raised his hand to slap me. “Melody Reid, we finally found you!”
“You ran a red light and killed my son! I want you to pay with your life!”
The others chimed in. “You stole luxury goods from our store and damaged mall property! You’re not getting away with this without paying ten thousand dollars!”
“You dined and dashed at our restaurant! The bill was $888.88! Pay up!”
One of the victims, afraid I would deny everything, even started a livestream, pointing their camera right at me.
“Everyone, take a look! This is the deadbeat, Melody Reid, who owes money and a life!”
