Chapter 2

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My coldness caught a lot of people in the livestream off guard.

On a normal day, this wasn't how I acted on stream at all.

Winona still wanted to beg me for something, but tonight, I couldn't be bothered to deal with her.

"Winona, if you won't do it yourself, I can call building management to come up. Don't worry, they'll absolutely send someone."

I pulled out my phone and said it right to her face.

Our building management was famous for its service. If a resident had a mouse, they'd send someone to handle it, no question.

Of that much, I was certain.

Which was exactly why it struck me as odd when Winona claimed management wouldn't come.

Seeing me about to make the call, Winona instantly panicked.

"Kay, I'll call management myself!"

Only after saying that did she turn and leave.

And only then did I set down my phone and go back to my seat.

The livestream was full of noise, plenty of viewers calling me heartless.

I let all of it go in one ear and out the other.

For me, this was the only way to make sure Winona's false accusation could never succeed.

After all, I knew exactly what kind of person Winona was.

"That's just cruel!"

"A young girl comes to your door asking for help, would it kill you to help her?"

I watched the comments scroll by, plenty of them cursing me.

Saying I had no heart. I just smiled and typed: "Our building has management!"

"Besides, you go into someone else's home, and if something happens in there, who's going to be able to explain it?"

My comeback made a lot of the comments go quiet.

But there were still plenty below, blaming me.

Saying I had a dark, twisted mind, that a perfectly nice young girl comes to your home begging for help, you go help her, how could anything possibly happen?

Those comments, I chose to ignore.

After all, I was the only one who knew what had happened in my last life.

My husband looked at me, wanting to say something, then glanced at the comments and closed his mouth.

I knew he wanted to ask. On any normal day I was famously warmhearted, nothing like this.

I streamed until midnight. Usually by that hour I'd have been asleep long ago, but today I'd been on stream the whole day.

At twelve, I finally ended the broadcast.

Meeting my husband's curious eyes, I said flatly, "Winona's up to no good."

At that, he didn't press any further. "Got it."

Jerome never said much, but he listened to me, and I knew this had gone in.

At the same time, scenes from my last life surfaced in my mind.

The day Winona moved in, she'd asked all about me and my husband, and studied the entrance to our place.

And in that last life, she'd opened her mouth wide at the police station demanding extra compensation, and that was when I understood: she'd set her sights on our money.

This time, my husband had never even set foot in her apartment, so there was no way she could report us, right?

What I didn't expect was that early the next morning, while my husband and I were still asleep, someone knocked on our door.

When I opened it and saw Winona standing there with two officers, I froze on the spot.

Just like last life, Winona had brought two officers with her.

Except this time, my husband had never once left the apartment.

"Ms. Dickerson, Ms. Gilbert came in this morning to file a report. She says last night, under the pretense of helping her catch a mouse, your husband assaulted her."