My name is Lily Cooper. My twin sister Jasmine Cooper has always been keen on dressing provocatively. She jogs around the neighborhood in a bikini in the morning and dances on the balcony in lingerie in the evening. I’ve advised her countless times, but she not only ignores me, she mocks me for having a dirty mind. She says she wants the freedom to dress as she pleases. As a result, she caught the attention of the delivery guy Stefan Wilson, who often brought packages to her house, and slept with him for a month. When she found out she was pregnant, she came to me. I told her to terminate the pregnancy and report it to the police, but she said I was inhumane and heartless. But after the child was born, she was afraid her husband David Miller would come back to confront her, so she insisted I raise the child for her. But her affairs had already spread like wildfire in the neighborhood, and many residents went to her house to scold her, threatening to kill her. Yet she didn’t hesitate to push me forward. “Look, the child calls her mom. The shameless woman seducing your men is her.” I was stripped naked by the angry women and thrown onto the street, and someone even recorded a video and uploaded it online. The overwhelming online abuse crushed my spirit. I developed depression and eventually took my own life. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Jasmine was shouting about her freedom to dress as she pleased. Just as I came out of the bathroom, I saw Jasmine showing off her figure in a bikini in front of the mirror. “This was sent back specially by David from abroad. Does it look good?” she turned and asked me. David loves her dearly and always spoils her. However, he spends most of the year working away from home, so he asked me to move in to keep her company. Knowing she loves beauty, he frequently sends her lots of beautiful clothes. Jasmine has a petite figure but is curvy. Her alluring large chest highlights her sensuality and charm, and the bikini bottoms barely cover her perky butt. I thought, “Why does this sound so familiar?” Turns out, I was reborn on the day Jasmine went jogging in a bikini. In my previous life, I stopped her, fearing she’d attract the attention of ill-intentioned people. But she insisted on showing off her figure, scolding me for being old-fashioned and dirty-minded, saying I didn’t understand the freedom to dress. She also said that all the women in the neighborhood needed to know how much David loved her, and if I kept stopping her from showing off their love, she told me to go die. Later, the delivery guy Stefan, who often brought her packages, found out that David was often away and Jasmine had money, so he set his sights on her. He started flirting frequently, sending her suggestive messages late at night. A few times, he even asked her out for dinner, speaking inappropriately. I advised her to stay away from such a person. “That guy’s gaze isn’t clean, don’t give him a chance.” She didn’t argue at the time and never mentioned Stefan’s name again. I thought she had finally listened. But a few months later, she cried and threw herself into my arms, saying that Stefan had forced himself on her while she was home alone. Now she’s pregnant and asked me what to do. What can I do? David loves her, but he can’t raise someone else’s child, right? The neighbors in the community will gossip endlessly. How will Jasmine face people in the future? I immediately decided to take her to the hospital for an abortion and insisted on reporting it to the police. Just moments ago, she was frail and flustered, but now she arrogantly pointed at me and cursed, calling me cruel and heartless. She also said Stefan’s family is poor, and he supports his elderly parents by delivering packages. If he goes to jail, no one will take care of them. She scolded me for lacking compassion. I’m completely speechless. The child was eventually born. Jasmine was afraid David would divorce her if he found out, which would ruin her comfortable life, so she insisted on making me raise the child. She said, “You’re young, raising a child won’t stop you from getting married. If you really can’t get married, I’ll pay to support you and the child.” “I’m different. Everyone knows David is away all year round. If they find out I’m suddenly pregnant, the whole neighborhood will laugh at me. We won’t be able to keep this big house either, right?” Seeing me silent, she pretended to look pitiful. “Lily, Mom and Dad passed away early, you’re my only family. Can you bear to see me die?” Thinking about how she rarely found such a good husband and not wanting them to divorce, plus she’s my only family, I had no choice but to agree. But she was too much—running in a bikini around the neighborhood in the morning, dancing in lingerie on the balcony in the evening. Her countless revealing private photos had already spread wildly in the neighborhood. So many times, while I was walking with my child, I was cursed at and splashed with dirty water. Later, my child and I didn’t even dare to go out anymore. But Jasmine remained flashy and arrogant, saying those women were just jealous of her and even scolded me for being cowardly and useless. In the end, those neighbors driven mad by her directly came to her house, cursing her and threatening to beat her to death. Without a second thought, she pushed me out. “Look, the child calls her mom. The shameless woman seducing your men is her.” So, I was stripped naked by the angry women and thrown onto the street, with onlookers filming and posting videos online. The relentless cyberbullying caused me to develop depression, and I eventually took my own life. My thoughts snapped back as Jasmine asked me again, “Does it look good or not?” Looking at her revealing outfit, I no longer stopped her. “It looks good. Your body, your choice.” I thought, “Fine, since you want the freedom to dress, I’ll give you that freedom.”
Jasmine, seeing she had an audience admiring her, happily twirled around. “I’m heading out then.” I stood on the balcony, watching her being stared at along the way. While running, her bouncing chest and faintly visible backside had already caught everyone’s attention. The elderly doing morning exercises unconsciously stopped, their eyes following her figure until she disappeared. Parents immediately covered their children’s eyes, their gaze filled with endless disdain. Several cars in the neighborhood almost rear-ended because of her. She turned and gave one of the drivers a charming smile. “Sorry about that.” Some people kept snapping photos of her with their phones, while others approached her to ask for her contact information. The more the passersby acted like this, the more excited she became. I calmly opened my phone; she must be the topic of everyone’s conversation right now. Sure enough, the entire neighborhood group was filled with discussions about Jasmine. [Oh my god! Have you seen the photos? This is way too revealing, might as well not be wearing anything!] [Everyone’s looking at the photos, but I happened to see her on my way to work. Her looks are absolutely stunning.] [She’s too outrageous! We take our kids to school every day, it’s really inappropriate to see her like this.] [Exactly, it’s such a bad influence on the kids. My son even asked me if she’s too poor to afford clothes. I didn’t know how to respond.] [I’ve never seen someone so shameless. She seems to be a resident of our community. Does anyone know her? Call the police immediately!] Someone in the group recognized her as Jasmine. Her husband works abroad for long periods. Suddenly, everyone expressed disdain. [No wonder, she’s living alone and must be feeling lonely. Any single guys? Go approach her quickly!] [Oh, does it have to be single? My wife is on a business trip.] [Is there an age limit? I’m 80, but that’s not a problem.] [Does she charge? If it’s free, I can go seven days a week.] The discussion is getting increasingly out of control, and the topic is becoming more explicit. I really couldn’t stand it anymore. Just as I put down my phone, I heard noisy voices outside. “Is anyone in there? Get out right now.” I opened the door, pretending to be puzzled. “What’s wrong? What happened?” Before they could speak, Jasmine happened to return from her morning run. Everyone saw her and immediately got angry, yelling at her furiously. Facing the accusations, Jasmine sneered, “Do you even know what fashion is? So outdated.” She pointed at the one yelling the most. “You’re just jealous of my figure. Your husband doesn’t even touch you, so you can only criticize my outfit?” That person turned pale with anger and slapped Jasmine across the face. Five finger marks quickly appeared on her cheek. Jasmine refused to back down and immediately lunged forward to fight. Seeing this, instead of stopping them, everyone joined in to attack Jasmine. Several people pinned down her hands and feet, while others slapped her face and tore at her clothes, shouting, “Don’t you like showing off? Then wear nothing and let everyone have a good look!” Someone immediately picked up a phone to take pictures. I pretended to protect her. “Stop it! If this goes on, I’ll call the police!” Everyone got angrier when they heard I was going to call the police. Someone shoved me aside and kept yelling, “Call the police? Do you even have the nerve to call the police?” “Everyone, hit her hard! Women like her with no shame need a good lesson.” Everyone’s enthusiasm surged, punches and kicks rained down, and Jasmine cried out loudly, but she could no longer resist. In no time, her clothes were torn, her body covered in bruises, and her face swollen beyond recognition. When the crowd dispersed after venting their anger, Jasmine curled up, sobbing uncontrollably. I gently draped my jacket over her. “Next time, maybe don’t run around in a bikini.” She angrily threw the jacket on the ground. “What use are you? Just standing there watching me get beaten!” Although she scolded me, I wasn’t angry, because in the previous life, Stefan was about to deliver a package at this moment. Sure enough, within five minutes, he showed up at the door with Jasmine’s package. He stared greedily at Jasmine’s body, his eyes turning red. After that day, Jasmine became the “celebrity” of the neighborhood. But instead of restraining herself, she declared that she would make those women who humiliated her taste the bitter fruit and have their husbands utterly captivated by her. From then on, she not only jogged in a bikini in the mornings but also sang and danced passionately in lingerie on the balcony in the evenings. With her wild actions, it was impossible for Stefan not to be tempted.
I had already installed a camera and captured the scene of Jasmine secretly opening the door for him in the middle of the night. In the surveillance footage, before even entering the room, the two were already eagerly embracing and kissing. Jasmine’s eyes were intoxicated and dreamy, showing no signs of being forced. She moaned in his arms, responding to him, and even showed him the lingerie David bought for her. I felt utterly disgusted. But in the previous life, to make me take her side, she cried and told me she was raped. The truth was right in front of me, and I had to admit that I was deceived by her. At that time, I even stood up for her and called the delivery station to file a complaint. Furious, I took out my phone and called the police, reporting a break-in and theft at home in the middle of the night. The police arrived quickly and immediately restrained Stefan. I thought this would wake Jasmine up. But she told the police that she felt sorry for Stefan and willingly gave him those things, insisting there was no theft or illegal break-in involved. The police looked at her, then at me, and frowned, saying, “Please make sure you understand the situation before calling the police next time. Don’t waste police resources.” As soon as they left, Jasmine yelled at me, “Why are you calling the police in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?” “Stefan works tirelessly delivering packages early and late to take care of his parents. How hard is that? Such a filial man, and you want to send him to jail? How can you be so heartless?” I advised her, “You’re a married woman. You can’t be with another man. David treats you so well.” She raised her hand and slapped me across the face. She gritted her teeth, “What do you know? If David really loved me, would he leave me alone at home? Stefan is different; he messages me every day. Our relationship has come this far, so what’s wrong with being intimate?” I never thought her values could be so twisted, completely overturning my understanding. Fortunately, the police have a record, and since the alarm woke up the neighbors, at least in the future, if she gets pregnant, no one will blame me anymore. Since she chooses to degrade herself, I can’t be bothered to care. From then on, they no longer hid it and often made some blush-inducing noises behind closed doors. I really couldn’t stand it, so I eventually moved out. A few months later, she suddenly called me, insisting that I go back. As soon as she saw me, she hugged me and cried, “Lily, what should I do? I actually got pregnant with that poor man’s child, it’s so embarrassing.” I looked at her coldly. “Since you despise him for being poor, then just get rid of the baby. Anyway, David hasn’t come back yet, and no one will know.” She suddenly looked up, glaring at me. “That’s a life! How can you be so heartless?” I knew she would say that, so I shrugged. “Then just have the baby.” She pointed at my forehead with her finger. “Are you even my sister? David is coming back soon, how do we explain a sudden child at home? Have you been eyeing David all along, hoping for us to divorce?” I was speechless, shocked by her logic. Seeing me silent, she thought I was convinced and quickly leaned closer. “Lily, I have an idea…” Before she could finish, the door to the house opened. David stood at the door with his luggage.
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