Chapter 1

My cousin, Tiffany, loved hooking up with random guys online and meeting them in person.

When she got assaulted, I begged her to call the cops. She refused.

When she got pregnant, I told her to get an abortion. She refused that too.

But the moment the baby was born, she dumped the blame on me, telling everyone I was the one who slept around and had the baby.

The rumors spread like wildfire. I was brutally cyberbullied, and even my own mother took Tiffany's side.

I wanted to get a DNA test, but Tiffany was terrified of being exposed. She pushed me straight off the balcony to silence me.

My mother watched it happen, but she lied to the police. She told everyone I committed suicide out of shame.

Tiffany got her happy family, and I paid for her lies with my life.

Now, I’m back. Facing Tiffany again, I smile and encourage her to chase her "true love."

Let’s see who goes to hell this time.

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"Chloe, what am I supposed to do?"

Tiffany's trembling, terrified voice rang in my ears.

I stared at her. Her clothes were a complete mess, her face flushed with a feverish red. It took me a long time to finally snap out of it.

I couldn't believe it. I had actually gone back in time.

I was reborn right at the beginning of everything.

Tiffany is my uncle's daughter—my cousin.

She loved flirting with random guys on Snapchat. The second things got hot, she’d run off to meet them in person, completely reckless.

She always preached that a physical connection was necessary if their "souls aligned."

But those guys were only there because of the thirsty pictures she posted on Instagram.

Yet she insisted it was "destiny."

Whenever she giggled on FaceTime with them, saying things that would make a sailor blush, she’d roll her eyes and mock me.

She called me boring and a prude, saying I didn't know how to enjoy men.

She believed girls should sleep around while they were young to experience "different kinds of love."

But if you play with fire, you get burned.

At first, it was just guys catfishing her with fake pics, making her feel cheated.

Then, she got groped and had her phone and purse stolen.

And finally, she got assaulted.

In my past life, when she told me what happened, crying and shaking, I was furious. I grabbed her hand to take her to the police station.

But she freaked out, pulling back in terror.

"No... no! We can't call the cops..."

I tried my best to convince her, but she desperately refused.

She even told me it was just "kinky roleplay" between them.

Since she was so stubborn, I let it go.

Later, she got pregnant. I gently suggested an abortion, but she refused.

I wanted to tell the family, but Tiffany literally got on her knees and begged me to wait until the baby was born.

So, I kept my mouth shut. I obeyed my mom’s orders to take care of her throughout the pregnancy.

But I never expected that once the baby was born and I finished helping her through her postpartum recovery, she would spin a completely different story.

Except this time, I was the main character.

Suddenly, I was the sl*t who hooked up with random guys online, slept around, and secretly had a baby.

Rumors spread instantly. I tried so hard to explain, but no one believed me.

Not even my own mother, Helen.

She stood right next to Tiffany, glaring at me with pure disgust, calling me a disgrace.

I was on the verge of a breakdown. I decided to take the baby for a DNA test, but Tiffany found out.

Terrified of being exposed, she pushed me straight off the balcony to silence me.

After I died, she took the baby. Everyone praised her for being so kind and responsible.

And I was just a shameful girl who killed herself out of guilt.

But now that I have a second chance, I’m going to make sure everyone sees who the real trash is.

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