My best friend decided to steal my life, pretending to be the CEO of my company. She started throwing money around like it was nothing, buying homes for all these so-called “longtime employees” in the city center. Suddenly, she became the boss everyone adored. And as if that wasn’t enough, she swooped in and took my husband, too. Now, even my son called her mom. So, when I got falsely accused of having bipolar disorder, not a single person spoke up for me. My kid didn’t even remember me as his real mother, and everything my parents left me was stolen by her. I ended up dying in a mental hospital, my body decaying from some horrible disease. But then, I woke up. And when I opened my eyes, I was back to the day my so-called best friend was happily spending my money on those employees. She was surrounded by a crowd, grinning from ear to ear. “Ms. Norris is so beautiful and kind! She not only takes care of us, but she even gives out bonuses and is starting a foundation to buy us homes! I’d work for her till the end of my life!” I didn’t even flinch. I just quietly went online and changed the password to the bank account she’d been draining. This time around, I wasn’t letting her or my idiot of a husband get away with it. I was going to make them taste their own medicine. “I’m so lucky to work for Ms. Norris. I’d do anything for this company!” “I can’t believe Ms. Norris is giving us homes. She’s the best!” “Ms. Norris, please, come up! Everyone’s waiting for you!” Everything was spinning, and the noise around me became deafening. When I opened my eyes, I saw Katrina Bentley surrounded by a group of employees, getting ready to take the stage. What was going on? I looked down at myself in disbelief. My skin wasn’t falling apart, and my legs weren’t broken. I was still trying to process it when one of the employees shoved me aside, barely looking at me. “Hey, isn’t this the maid from Ms. Norris’ house? What are you doing here? Go wait outside and don’t cause any trouble.” The sharp pain in my shoulder brought me back to reality. I wasn’t dreaming. I had really gone back in time. Katrina, noticing me, shot me an annoyed look. “What are you doing here? Trying to mess things up? Can’t you be any dumber? Don’t forget what I told you to do later.” In my last life, after I had my baby, I was a mess physically. I barely showed up at the company, so Katrina suggested she attend events for me. I thought she was being kind, letting me rest. But no. She was slowly taking over, plotting to steal my place, my fortune, and my life. “Fine, I’ll go back to my office,” I muttered, walking straight in. I didn’t waste a second and changed the password to my bank account. “Katrina, you can have your little spotlight for now. But just wait, your time’s coming,” I thought.
The day when I finally left confinement, the rain came down in buckets. Katrina showed up at my doorstep, drenched to the bone, begging me to take her in. She said her parents were planning to sell her to some fool in the village for a dowry of 200 thousand dollars, and now I was the only one who could save her. She didn’t care if it meant becoming a maid at my house. She just needed a way out. Katrina was my best friend. How could I let her fall into that mess? So, I let her stay. I even gave her parents two million dollars to settle things for good. Since she was studying medicine, I asked her to help me with my health. In the beginning, my husband was always traveling, and with her around, I felt a lot better emotionally. I never actually made her do maid work, though. Instead, I gave her a card to spend however she wanted. But over time, things started feeling off. The servants at home began ignoring my orders. Even something as simple as wanting a snack would have to go through Katrina first. My husband started taking Katrina with him on business trips, and then my son, who had just started speaking, called her “Mom” before he called me. My husband told me Katrina was my best friend and that he’d asked the servants to go through her for anything, so I could take my time to recover. As for our son, he was too young and didn’t understand a thing, so it was normal for him to call her “Mom.” I was his biological mother, and that was never going to change. I believed him. When Katrina saw I was getting suspicious, she acted all hurt and said she was thinking of leaving. I figured I was just being paranoid, so I apologized to her and agreed to her suggestion of attending some company events in my place. The company was my parents’ legacy, and as the CEO, I had to show up at these events. But I couldn’t, since I was sick, so having her step in seemed like a good idea. Back then, I thought I was the happiest woman alive. My kid was well-behaved, my husband loved me, and my best friend was so thoughtful. But over time, my health kept deteriorating, and Katrina started more openly suggesting she go on business trips with my husband. The breaking point came when I forgot to take the medicine that she had prepared for me. That was when I found out about their affair. When they realized they couldn’t cover it up anymore, they worked together to have me committed to a psychiatric hospital. I still remember the agony before I died, my skin rotting away, the pain unbearable. Katrina, in her high heels, had pressed them into my face, cursing, “Hailey, if you kept pretending to be deaf and dumb, I might’ve spared you and let you rot away in this mental hospital. But you had to go and make things worse!” I shuddered, remembering the pain. But maybe fate had another plan because this time… I had a second chance.
I sat in the CEO’s office, my phone buzzing nonstop with messages from Katrina. [Hailey, are you out of your mind? Why did you change the password? The staff is watching!] [Send me the new password NOW! Hailey, are you just trying to embarrass me?] [Hailey! You ungrateful brat! Don’t forget who’s been taking care of your health all this time!] I couldn’t help but laugh at the dozens of messages on my phone. Who exactly was being ungrateful here? She said she was helping with my health, but in reality, she was probably trying to poison me. The foundation Katrina wanted to set up was supposed to help buy properties for key employees, and I didn’t have a problem with that. But as I looked at the name list, I couldn’t hold back my laughter. Key employees? More like the usual group of old timers who just stuck around her like parasites. Not a single person who actually helped my parents build the company was on that list. “Move!” Katrina collapsed, and someone had to carry her into the office. That someone was my husband, Nobert Vance. “Hailey! What are you waiting for? Katrina’s passed out!” He yelled at me. Then, the employee who had shoved me earlier stormed in, indignant. “How dare you sit in the CEO’s chair! Get over here right now! Can’t you see Ms. Norris passed out? “Mr. Vance, Ms. Norris is such a kind-hearted person, that’s why she’s so tolerant of her maids. You should talk some senses into her,” the employee added. Only then did Nobert bother to put Katrina on the couch, but his gaze avoided mine. I kicked my feet up on the desk, “So I’m the maid, and she’s Ms. Norris, right? Is that it, my dear husband?” Before Nobert could say anything, Katrina woke up, “Of course not! Hailey, everything’s a mess today because I fainted. I’ll explain everything to you later. Can you go home now? Don’t forget to take your psychiatric meds.” “Yeah, you really picked the worst time to act out. Katrina’s been more than patient with you,” Nobert chimed in. The employee shot me a look of disdain. “So, it’s the meds you’re missing, huh? No wonder you dared to sit in Ms. Norris’ seat. Mr. Vance is your husband? Who do you think you are? Shameless.” “Enough,” Katrina interjected, her face pale but ready to defend me. “I’ve always been the best friend to Hailey, even when she’s sick. I’ll never give up on her.” Looking at her, I couldn’t help but think how foolish I was in my past life to not notice how these two toxic people were slowly destroying me. It seemed like the employee wanted to show off in front of Katrina. After giving her a quick glance, she came over and tried to grab me. “Ms. Norris has been kind enough to you by not telling everyone that you’re her maid. You better get out of here and go take care of her!” I turned and slapped her across the face.
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