My fiancé and my own brother hated me for ten years. They firmly believed I’d bullied the sweet, innocent girl they adored. And on my engagement party, they exposed my so-called crimes to the world. “She’s nothing but a bully, a disgrace to her school!” In the live-streamed video, the innocent girl smiled through tears: “I don’t blame her anymore.” “But hey, bygones are bygones. I’m over it now.” She became an overnight sensation. I, however, was condemned by all, doused with acid by extreme fans, and in despair, I dragged her to hell with me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my senior year of high school. The innocent girl was pouring water over her head, smiling as she asked me: “Have you figured out how you’re going to apologize to me?” I snapped right there. Grabbing her hair, I dragged her into the restroom, forcing her head into the toilet bowl: “Let me show you what real bullying looks like.” “Your mouth’s so dirty. Remember to wash it clean before you go tattling.”
My last memory of my previous life. It was the agonizing, near-death pain of sulfuric acid splashing into my eyes. Through the blurring vision and immense agony, I found Lily Adams, who was shielded behind my brother. Then I grabbed a cake knife, charged at her, and plunged it into her chest. “Let’s go to hell together!” … When I reopened my eyes. The remarkably clear sight before me made me freeze for two seconds. Until I saw a much younger Lily Adams not far away. She was wearing a faded school uniform, turning on a faucet and pouring water over her head. As she poured, she smiled and asked me, “Who do you think they’ll believe, me or you?” It clicked instantly. So, it was this day. The beginning of when I was labeled her bully in my previous life. Seeing me standing frozen, Lily’s smile deepened: “Have you thought about how you’re going to apologize to me, Miss Fancy Pants?—Ah!” All the old and new hatred surged through me. I charged forward, grabbed her hair, and dragged her into the restroom. Amidst her sudden, shrill scream, I shoved her entire face into the toilet bowl. “Just pouring some cold water on your head, and you think you can frame me? Here, let me personally teach you what real bullying is.” Lily thrashed wildly, her arms pumping like pistons, but she couldn’t break free from my grip. She could only keep her face buried in the murky water, her mouth making muffled sounds: “Scarlett Hayes, let me go… *gurgle*… *retch*—” I laughed maniacally, head thrown back: “Your mouth’s so dirty! Remember to wash it clean before you go tattling later!” Whether this was a trip back in time or a post-death hallucination. It didn’t matter. I had utterly lost it.
In my previous life, I died on the most glorious day of my career. That day, I’d just won my third Best Actress award. I was wearing a couture gown, standing beside my childhood sweetheart fiancé, Liam Davies, at our grand engagement party, which was live-streamed across the internet. Then he announced to everyone: “I would never get engaged to a disgrace who bullied her classmates in high school.” Before my disbelieving eyes. Lily Adams walked out from the audience. With tears in her eyes, she looked up and smiled: “Scarlett Hayes, do you remember me? It’s Lily Adams, the girl you bullied for ten years.” “You probably never imagined that one day I’d stand on equal footing with you.” “But it’s okay, I don’t blame you anymore.” “But hey, bygones are bygones. I’m over it now.” Live-streamed across the internet, she became an overnight sensation. Before I could even react, a swarm of reporters, arranged by my brother and Liam, rushed in and surrounded me. “Miss Hayes, we hear you still have a habit of bullying new people on set?” “Someone recently photographed you at the hospital for a gynecological visit. Was it due to an unsavory private life and a dirty disease?” An extreme fan burst from the crowd and splashed sulfuric acid onto my face: “Bitch, die!” The liquid splashed, and an overwhelming, searing pain clung to my face. My vision never cleared up again. Falling from heaven to hell happened in an instant.
Snapping back to reality, I released my grip. Watching Lily Adams collapse to the ground, her breath faint. That innocent, pure little face was now smeared with filth. I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Cry, throw a fit, go tell the whole world I bullied you with that face—go on!” My voice abruptly rose at the end. Recalling the pain of my features dissolving from the acid in my past life, I stomped on her face twice more. Only then did I turn and leave. Downstairs from the school building, my desk mate, Chloe Miller, was waiting for me: “Gym class started ages ago, what were you doing upstairs?” I said casually, “Oh, just bullied a new transfer student.” She turned her head, shocked: “What?!” I replied, “A famous philosopher once said, ‘When the whole world thinks you’re a bully, you might as well really be one.’” “A philosopher… said that…?” “It doesn’t matter.” Chloe and I walked to the edge of the sports field, where we ran straight into Liam Davies. He wasn’t in my class. But everyone at school knew he was Scarlett Hayes’ childhood sweetheart boyfriend. Liam’s gaze slid across my face, then subtly, almost imperceptibly, landed behind me: “Scarlett, why are you so late? Oh, and I heard there’s a new transfer student in your class?” In my previous life, every time Lily Adams slandered me. He would always tell me to apologize to Lily, to just smooth things over. Seemingly on my side. But in reality, with just a few words, he sealed my fate as a bully. Thinking of this, I raised my hand without warning and slapped him. “?!” Chloe, standing beside me, was shocked again. Liam’s expression didn’t change, only his eyes briefly hardened, then he acted as if nothing had happened. He intimately leaned down, rubbing his cheek against mine: “What’s wrong, Scarlett? Are you in a bad mood?”
In my previous life, it was much later that I found out. When Liam Davies was a child, his mother abandoned him at an amusement park, and he was briefly taken in by an orphanage. There, he met a bright and cheerful little girl. She slept in the same bed as him and gave him a piece of candy. She was the only light in his life. This light was Lily Adams. And on her very first day transferring to our school, Liam recognized her. He always deeply believed Lily’s claims that I bullied her and hated me to the bone. Yet, constrained by his status as an illegitimate son, he had to swallow his pride and curry favor with me. Because he needed to secure his position in his family through an alliance with me. Thinking of this, I said, “Let’s break up.” His pupils suddenly constricted: “…Why? Give me a reason, Scarlett.” I pulled out a tissue and wiped my cheek where he had rubbed it, one slow wipe after another: “I don’t want to date the son of a homewrecker. It feels dirty. Is that reason enough?” After I left, Chloe Miller cautiously asked if I was possessed. I wasn’t surprised she asked that. Because in high school, I had loved Liam Davies so openly and intensely.
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