After confessing to the police for a crime I didn’t commit, my fiancé rushed over, seething with anger. “Why would you confess if you didn’t steal anything?” I shrugged, resigned, ready to accept whatever consequences came my way. In my past life… My fiancé’s childhood friend, Angela, returned from abroad and caused a stir wherever she went. She first shoplifted, then ate without paying at restaurants, and finally ran a red light while driving and killed someone. When the mall manager, the restaurant owner, and the victim’s family all came after me, I was confused. Why were they accusing me of Angela’s misdeeds? It wasn’t until they blamed me, in front of the police, for stealing, dining and dashing, and causing a hit-and-run that I realized they had mistaken me for Angela. But we didn’t even look alike! I requested that they check the security footage. The footage revealed that the person who committed those evil deeds was indeed me. There was no way to deny it. The footage couldn’t lie. I was stabbed to death on the spot by the angry family of the victim. But even in death, I couldn’t understand why all of Angela’s crimes had ended up being pinned on me. Then, I opened my eyes again and found myself back on the day Angela shoplifted… “Perla, what on earth are you doing? You didn’t do anything wrong. Why are you confessing to the police that you stole something?” I looked up at the familiar face of my boyfriend, Karl, his expression full of frustration. I gazed at him, completely innocent. “Karl, what are you talking about? I don’t understand.” I said flatly, “Admitting fault and correcting it is a fundamental moral trait for every citizen. How can you be encouraging me to change my statement?” The police officer, listening to this exchange, shot Karl a disapproving look. He tapped the table sharply and said, “Sir, your mindset is quite inappropriate. “Perla’s theft of the bread from the store is on the security footage, and she’s confessed to it. With concrete evidence like that, how could you try to guide her into avoiding responsibility?” Karl’s nose flared in disbelief as he stared at me, pounding on the glass of the holding room in anger. “Perla! Have you lost your mind? “You’ve got millions of dollars, and you’re stealing a cheap loaf of bread? What on earth is wrong with you?” No matter how much he raged, I ignored him, my head bowed. Karl was overwhelmed by rage. “Perla, I’m asking you one more time. Are you coming with me? “I’m warning you. My parents will never let a woman with a criminal record marry into our family!” But in the face of his threat, I could only shake my head with tears in my eyes. “Karl, even if you say that, I can’t leave. “If your parents refuse to let me marry you just because I’m willing to admit my mistakes, then perhaps we’re not supposed to be together.” Karl was completely disgusted by my words, and his desire to argue with me vanished entirely. He glared at me, turned, and walked away in frustration. As I watched him go, I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. In my past life, after Angela returned to the country, Karl’s heart was completely consumed by her. After ten years of knowing Karl, I had always been the joke in their shadow. Though Karl and I were on the brink of getting engaged, seeing him so focused on Angela, I knew I couldn’t be the one to hold him back. I decided to step aside and let him have her. But just when I was about to let go, Angela was exposed for her theft, her unpaid meals, and even running over someone while driving and fleeing the scene. In an attempt to help, I told Karl to encourage Angela to turn herself in, hoping it would lead to a more lenient punishment. But Karl had looked at me like I was crazy, saying, “What are you talking about, Perla? You’re the one who committed those crimes, not Angela!”
I wanted to ask Karl what he meant. But soon, the mall manager, the restaurant owner, and the victim’s family had all found me and accused me of stealing, dining and dashing, and causing a hit-and-run. I thought they had mistaken me for someone else because Angela and I didn’t even look alike. I tried to explain calmly, but then the three victims pulled out security footage. Sure enough, the person committing those crimes on the footage was me. I had no words left to say, and the victim’s family, devastated by the loss of their only son, went into a complete breakdown. In a fit of rage, they stabbed me repeatedly. Even after I died, I couldn’t understand why all the security footage clearly showed that it was me committing the crimes. One faulty camera could be blamed, but it was far harder to manipulate multiple surveillance systems. So, what had gone wrong? Reborn into this life, I was determined to get to the bottom of the truth! I was locked up at the police station for three days. After those three days, the police lectured me and then let me go. The moment I got my phone back, I immediately searched for news that had happened in my past life. As expected, I saw Angela once again involved in every one of the same bad deeds. But this time, instead of panicking like I did before, I remained calm. After all, I had already been locked up in the police station for three days. There was no way the person in the footage could still be me. However, to my surprise, as soon as I stepped out of the police station, while I was buying food from a food stand, a group of people stormed toward me. The man at the front raised his hand, trying to slap me. “Perla! Finally found you!” he yelled. “You ran a red light and killed my son! I want you to pay with your life!” Other voices echoed around him. “You stole luxury items from our store and broke public property in the mall. You won’t get away without paying us back!” “You dined without paying at our restaurant. It was 8,888 dollars. Pay up!” Some of the victims, afraid I might deny it, even set up cameras and started broadcasting live. “Everyone, take a look! This is the deadbeat Perla! She owes us money and even killed someone!” Faced with all the accusations, a question flickered in my mind. I had been locked up in the police station for three days. Why did these people still come after me? But this time, unlike the panic I felt in my past life, I remained incredibly composed in front of these victims. With calm confidence, I said, “You’ve got the wrong person. The one who did all of this is Angela, not me. If you don’t believe me, check the security footage.” One of the victims sneered. “We knew you’d say that. In case you deny everything when we hand you over to the police, we’ve already prepared for this.” They pulled out the same security footage I had seen before. And once again, the footage showed… me.
The screen was flooded with a barrage of comments. [With such a big world, there’s no shortage of crazy people. Never seen anyone so shameless.] [Not only is she shamelessly denying the bad things she did, but she’s also framing someone else. Why doesn’t she just die?] My heart sank a little. Before I was locked up, I had anticipated that Karl and Angela wouldn’t give up and would try to pin the blame on me. But I never thought the worst-case scenario would actually happen. The way I lowered my head in silence only made me appear guilty, like someone caught in a lie. A shopkeeper from the restaurant waved the receipt right in front of my face. “You filthy woman! You ate in my restaurant without paying, and then you threw plates around! How can someone like you even exist? “The bill is 8,888 dollars for the meal, plus 2,000 dollars for the damage to the tableware and lost business. That’s a total of 10,888 dollars!” The mall manager, followed by staff from the luxury goods counter, stepped forward with frowns. “You took a luxury bag from our store. That bag alone costs a hundred thousand dollars, and with the accessories, it’s worth 300 thousand dollars. Add to that the damage to the public facilities… you owe us 400 thousand dollars in total!” The victim’s family, whose son had been killed, were even more agitated. One of them pointed a finger at my nose and yelled, “The police station is right there! If you don’t give us an explanation, I’ll call the police and have them arrest you. I’ll make sure you get the death sentence!” I took a deep breath. “I really didn’t do any of these things you’re accusing me of. The person who did this is Angela. I know her. She’s my ex-fiancé’s childhood friend. If you don’t believe me, I can bring her here to confront you. Also, I’ve been in the police station for the past three days, so…” Before I could finish, Karl and his childhood sweetheart, Angela, arrived in a hurry, interrupting me. The moment Karl saw me, he slapped me hard across the face. “Perla! I’m calling off our engagement!” He glared at me with disgust. “I knew you’d be released today, so Angela kindly offered to come pick you up. And now you’re slandering her? “You did something wrong and still won’t admit it! I don’t want someone like you as my fiancée. You don’t deserve to be part of my family!” Angela looked at me with teary eyes. Her voice quivered as she said, “Perla, I know you’ve never liked me because I’m Karl’s childhood sweetheart. “In the past, when you broke plates and blamed it on me, or when you hit the neighbor’s kid and said I did it, I endured it all just to protect your relationship with Karl. I always kept quiet, even though it hurt, because I didn’t want to ruin anything between you two! “But you can’t do this… you can’t accuse me of things that could cost someone their life!” With that, she pushed Karl away and took several steps back, distancing herself from him. “Karl, if being your childhood friend means I have to keep enduring these false accusations and being blamed for things I didn’t do, then maybe we shouldn’t even be friends anymore. “I can’t take it anymore. It’s exhausting to be blamed for something I didn’t do. I’ve had enough of apologizing when I’m innocent and even being hit sometimes. I just can’t handle being treated like this anymore.” Her words sent a ripple through the crowd. The looks of the people around me instantly shifted from confusion to condemnation and anger. Some even bent down to pick up stones and threw them at me with force. I didn’t manage to dodge in time, and a stone grazed my cheek, drawing blood. For a moment, the crowd fell silent, and the live stream paused. But after that brief moment of stillness, they raised their fists again, shouting for an explanation. At that moment, the police finally noticed the commotion and sent a team of officers to check things out. When the lead officer, Tyson, saw me, he was momentarily stunned. “Perla, why aren’t you going home? What are you doing here?”
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