I resigned from my position as head animal trainer at the circus, planning to work as a caretaker at a wildlife sanctuary instead. Everyone agreed with this decision and even hoped I’d leave immediately. However, Jessica Grant, a classmate of my husband Alfred Gibson who called herself an “animal whisperer,” was blocking the entrance to my training arena. She stared at me with her big, watery eyes, stubbornly refusing to move. Jessica said to me, “Emily, even though everyone says you abuse animals and use violent methods to tame them, I believe you’re not that kind of person. For my sake, please don’t leave, okay?” Emily Kennedy is my name. I let out a cold laugh, pretended not to see her, and walked straight past. In my previous life, Jessica also claimed to be an “animal whisperer,” saying she could communicate telepathically with animals. Back then, she was my assistant, yet she could always tame wild beasts one step ahead of me. Moreover, the commands she gave the animals were identical to what I had taught them. It would take me months to get a wild animal to learn a single command, but Jessica only needed to whisper softly to the animals to make lions and tigers obediently cooperate in performances. The audience cursed me as cold-hearted, saying I abused animals, while they praised Jessica as gentle and kind, claiming that’s why she could earn the animals’ trust. Some even slandered me, saying my long-term animal training was actually for the pleasure of tormenting animals. When I tried to pull up the surveillance footage from the training grounds to prove my innocence, I discovered that Alfred had already deleted all the recordings. Without evidence, even a hundred mouths couldn’t clear my name. Later, I was doused with sulfuric acid by extreme animal rights activists on the street. My skin festered all over my body, and I died in agony. When I opened my eyes again, I found I had been reborn, back to the day Jessica first claimed to be an “animal whisperer.” “If you can’t tame this lion, you’re all getting fired!” A familiar voice rang in my ears. I took a deep breath and looked up to see circus director Charlie Brown frowning deeply. Charlie pointed at the lion in the cage—growling low and in a frenzied state—and asked me, “Emily, the show is only days away. How much longer do you need to get this lion ready?” Everyone stared at me expectantly. Only then did I confirm that I had truly been reborn. I pressed my lips together. I had spent two months day and night with this lion. Now, it only trusted me and could perform some simple actions according to my instructions. However, its performance wasn’t stable enough—nowhere near ready for a stage performance. Before I could answer Charlie, Jessica walked over briskly from behind me. She jumped in with her response: “If Emily can’t do it, why don’t you let me try?” Standing before me, Jessica looked completely confident. My heart suddenly tightened with a bad premonition. Charlie frowned impatiently and waved his hand dismissively. He said, “We don’t have time for this. Outsiders shouldn’t be causing trouble here. Nobody has time to play games with you.” But Jessica said nothing and walked straight forward to open the cage containing the lion. Amid everyone’s screams, she gently stroked the lion’s head while softly soothing it with whispered words. The lion, which had been red-eyed with its mouth wide open looking fierce, seemed to know Jessica well and miraculously lay down obediently with its belly up. Charlie asked Jessica in amazement, “How did you do that?” Jessica turned back to Charlie with a smile and said, “Actually, I’m an ‘animal whisperer.’ I was born with the ability to communicate with animals, even wild beasts. So unlike Emily, I don’t need to rely on violence and animal abuse to make them obey out of fear.” After saying this, Jessica playfully winked at me and added, “Emily, don’t blame Alfred for keeping this secret from you. I’m the one who asked him to keep it quiet. If you’re going to blame anyone, blame me.” Watching this scene unfold before me, my entire body went rigid, and I could barely breathe. Everything was exactly the same as in my previous life. In my past life, from that day forward, Jessica successfully took that lion on stage for performances. Everyone learned about her identity as an “animal trainer,” and she instantly became the most sought-after star. The fierce beasts I had originally tamed overnight acted as if they had never known me, showing me hostile glares and growling threateningly. Yet with Jessica, they were completely docile and obedient. Everyone said it was because Jessica was gentle, kind, and pure of soul that she could connect with animals, and they worshipped her like a goddess. Animal protection organizations even invited her to film public service announcements, making her image the symbol of animal welfare. I had been the head animal trainer, but Jessica’s words instantly plunged me into a storm of public controversy. Some people said, “Emily takes at least a month to train each animal. If she really had the ability, why would it take her so long? Jessica solved it with just a gesture.” Others said, “Animals are spiritual beings who can judge good from evil. I always thought Emily seemed vicious. Turns out she made animals obey through abuse.” Some even said, “Abusing animals will send you to hell. This cold-hearted, evil woman will eventually be mauled to death by wild beasts.” The negative publicity spread rapidly. People spontaneously boycotted all animal shows I participated in. Animal protection organizations stepped forward, revoked my animal training license, and banned me from ever working in animal training again. I desperately tried to prove my innocence, planning to retrieve the surveillance footage from the training facility to show I had never used violent methods. But before I could hold my press conference, Alfred deleted all the surveillance videos I had compiled right in front of me. Alfred looked at me with cold indifference and told reporters that I did indeed frequently use violence to harm the circus animals. He even produced many tools I had never seen before, claiming they were “weapons” I had hidden at home. Finally, extreme animal rights activists were completely enraged. They ambushed me and doused me with sulfuric acid, leaving me to die in agony. They also threw my parents, who had spoken up for me, into cages with wild beasts, letting them be torn apart and devoured. I never imagined I would get a second chance. This time, I’m determined to uncover the truth and make those who wronged me pay ten times over.
A woman exclaimed, “That’s incredible! Jessica is just like an angel from a fairy tale!” A man said, “What did she just say? Emily often abuses animals?” Another man added, “No wonder Emily takes so long with every animal training session. Turns out she makes animals obey through abuse.” Murmurs of discussion rippled through the crowd. Someone else said, “Emily delayed things for so long and nearly ruined the entire show. Then Jessica stepped in and solved the problem instantly.” The accusations kept coming, each word piercing me like a needle. I stood there rigidly, saying nothing. I noticed that Jessica’s technique for stroking the lion and the commands she gave were identical to my training methods. These were my habits, completely unique to me. Moreover, the lion I’d spent day and night with couldn’t possibly forget me overnight and become so affectionate with Jessica, whom it had never encountered before. Unless Jessica had used some underhanded means. Charlie smiled and said, “Alright, Emily, take a break. Jessica will handle the lion’s performance.” He looked at Jessica with admiration and nodded approvingly. Later, Jessica led the lion through a series of high-difficulty moves. The audience erupted in thunderous, enthusiastic applause. After the performance, reporters crowded around Jessica, competing to interview her. A reporter asked Jessica, “Miss Grant, what gives you such an amazing gift?” Jessica deliberately hesitated, glancing at me. Then she said softly, “I believe animal training should use love and patience, not violence. Some people hurt animals to pursue efficiency. I don’t really agree with that approach. Maybe that’s why animals are more willing to trust me.” The reporter immediately caught her implication and pressed further, “Are you saying Emily has abused animals?” I let out a cold laugh and interrupted their conversation directly, “Jessica, you need evidence when making accusations.” I had never used violence. My animal training took so much time precisely because I wanted them to truly trust me, not obey out of fear. But Jessica acted as if she’d been frightened, frantically waving her hands, “I’m sorry, Emily. I didn’t mean to let that slip. I just thought maybe you did that because you were anxious. After all, the circus puts a lot of pressure on everyone.” The more she spoke, the more pitiful she seemed, her eyes reddening as if I were some villain bullying an innocent girl. Alfred, standing beside me, frowned and scolded me in a low voice, “Emily, Jessica is young and wouldn’t lie. Why are you being so harsh with her?” Alfred’s words caused an uproar, and everyone looked at me with disgust. Someone said, “If even Alfred is saying this, it must be true. Emily is a maniac who abuses animals.” Seeing this scene, Charlie quickly stepped forward to ease the tension, “Everyone, the circus is about to introduce a wild, untamable wolf. How about we have Emily handle training this wolf, and you can all witness her training process firsthand?” I knew Charlie was trying to give me a chance to prove my innocence. I took a deep breath and nodded in agreement, “Fine. But I have one condition. Jessica cannot come near me or this wolf. Only I can have contact with it throughout the entire process.” I wanted to see if Jessica could still sabotage my training results under these circumstances. Jessica put on a hurt expression and asked me, “Emily, are you suspecting me?” I didn’t answer her, just stared at her coldly. A month later, I successfully tamed the wolf. But the day after my success, Charlie burst into my dressing room like a madman, grabbing my wrist, “Emily, the wolf has gone berserk! It bit four or five people. You need to stop it!” I was extremely nervous and immediately rushed out with Charlie. When I reached the scene, what I saw made my blood run cold. The wolf was lying docilely at Jessica’s feet like a pet dog, tongue hanging out, while everyone around was pale with fear, keeping their distance. The moment I stepped forward, the wolf immediately perked up its ears, its eyes turning blood red as it bared its teeth at me. It even let out low growls from its throat, as if I were its most hated enemy. A man said, “My God! Why does it hate Emily so much?” A woman said, “Emily must have abused it, otherwise why would it suddenly go berserk?” Another man said, “If Jessica hadn’t been here, we’d all be done for today.” Curses against me flooded in like a tide. Someone even shouted loudly, “Charlie, fire Emily immediately. Someone like her doesn’t belong in the circus.” I stood there in a daze, trembling all over. This was impossible. This wolf had been completely docile with me just yesterday. Just then, Alfred stepped forward. He pulled out his phone, and on the screen were photos of several whips and electric prods. Alfred wore a pained expression as he addressed everyone, “I can’t keep covering for Emily anymore. She hid these tools in her bedroom. She also often practices animal training at home using stray cats. I just couldn’t stand watching it anymore.” I shouted angrily, “You’re lying! I’ve never seen those things before.” But no one listened to my explanation. Everyone believed I had nearly gotten them killed. I couldn’t understand it at all. Jessica had never even been in contact with this wolf, and the wolf had genuinely trusted me completely. How on earth had she managed to make the wolf suddenly hate me?
After that day, Charlie kept a stern face and told me to go home and rest, forbidding me from returning to the circus. I clenched my fists tightly, but I didn’t even have the strength to argue back. Jessica stood in the center of the crowd, surrounded by everyone accepting their praise. She even flashed me an “apologetic” smile, though her eyes held nothing but mockery. After returning home, I collapsed onto the sofa, my ears still echoing with those harsh accusations. Everyone saw me as a demon who abused animals. Former colleagues who used to be close to me were even placing bets on how long it would take before I got fired. During this time, Jessica’s reputation grew bigger and bigger. She became a nationally renowned animal trainer, and the circus’s income doubled as a result. Even the Animal Protection Association asked Jessica to be their spokesperson, filming public service announcements and taking her and the circus on a nationwide tour. I could only stay locked up at home. Whenever I went out and was recognized, I’d be beaten and verbally abused. Once, someone even doused me with paint. Those extreme animal rights activists said they wanted to drive me out of the city. Alfred never came home again. He stayed by Jessica’s side as her assistant. Whenever someone mentioned me in front of him, he’d show a disgusted expression. He said, “I was blind back then, misjudged people. Only someone as pure and kind as Jessica, a true angel, deserves to be loved.” I curled up in agony under my blankets, repeatedly wondering what methods Jessica had used. Those wild beasts had lived with me day and night. They knew my scent, my commands, and could even recognize the sound of my footsteps. But the moment Jessica appeared, they acted like they’d been reset, completely forgetting about me. What was even more bizarre was that Jessica could perform my original training gestures with perfect precision. “Unless…” A theory suddenly flashed through my mind. I shot up from my seat, my heart pounding wildly. I immediately called Charlie. I said, “I want to resign and give the head trainer position to Jessica. Even if it means working as a zookeeper, I’ll never train animals again.” Charlie agreed without hesitation. I softened my tone and said to Charlie, “Charlie, you know Jessica used to be my assistant. She’s very soft-hearted. If she finds out I resigned, she’ll definitely feel bad about it. How about you help me keep it from her for now? If she asks about me, just tell her I was scared off by all those rumors and don’t dare to go out for the time being.” I deliberately made my words sound hesitant and pleading. Charlie impatiently agreed, “She’s busy preparing for the stadium performance right now and has no time to worry about you. State leaders will be attending this time – it’s a big deal. Just stay home and don’t come cause any trouble.” My face went pale as I urgently tried to stop him, “No! Jessica can’t take the wild animals to perform at the stadium. Something terrible will happen!” But Charlie thought I was just jealous of Jessica. He let out a cold laugh and hung up directly. I quickly used my phone to buy front-row tickets for the performance day. On the day of the show, I rushed to the stadium wearing sunglasses, my palms drenched in cold sweat. The stadium was packed. Jessica wore a gorgeous performance outfit, truly looking like a holy angel. Behind Jessica, all the wild beasts I had once trained – including lions, tigers, and wolves – were locked in cages. I stared intently at Jessica in the center of the stage. She was gracefully bowing to the audience. But the wild beasts in the cages behind her were already beginning to stir restlessly. “Stop! The animals are about to go wild. Don’t open the cage!” I suddenly stood up and shouted. My voice nearly cracked. But my voice was instantly drowned out by the audience’s frenzied cheers. The man sitting in front of me slapped me in disgust, “Who are you? Jessica is the ‘Beast Whisperer.’ How could she possibly lose control of the animals?” Just then, Jessica flashed her confident, sweet smile and turned to unlock the cage. She said, “Next, I’d like my animal friends to say hello to everyone.” The moment she opened the cage lock, screams suddenly erupted throughout the venue.
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