I signed up for a membership at a nail salon during the holiday season. Little did I expect that the manicurist would develop feelings for my boyfriend. Not only did she spread malicious rumors about me, but she also deliberately cut my fingers while removing my nail polish, intending to infect me with HIV. In my previous life, the nail salon in my neighborhood had a year-end promotion. For every 500-dollar recharge, customers would receive an additional 1,000-dollar worth of credit. When I went for a manicure, the manicurist couldn’t take her eyes off my boyfriend. “Ms. Lewis, why is there such a stark contrast between the color of your face and your hands? Did you apply too much foundation? “You’re squandering your boyfriend’s money. You should be more frugal.” After saying that, she reached out and rubbed my face. I forcefully pushed her hand away and, with a cold expression, demanded a refund of the balance on my membership card. My fiancé, who accompanied me for the manicure, frowned and chastised me, ordering me to apologize. “She’s right. The cosmetics you bought were expensive. Why are you insisting on a refund now? You’re just being petty.” Grimacing with frustration, I gritted my teeth and compromised. However, the manicurist deliberately cut my fingers while removing the nail polish, which ultimately resulted in my being infected. I took the hospital’s examination report to seek an explanation from her. She made a video and spread the false claim that I had contracted that dreadful disease due to my dissolute private life. In the end, overwhelmed by cyberbullying, I committed suicide out of sheer hatred and despair. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the very day I went to the nail salon to apply for the membership card. “Ms. Lewis. You’ve got such a generous and considerate boyfriend. “He not only paid for your membership card but also accompanied you here for the manicure. I wish my boyfriend could be like that.” The manicurist, Rachel Wilmer, said these words while pinching my fingers jealously. Suddenly, the sharp pain jolted me awake, and I realized that I had been reborn. I was reborn back to the day when I first went to the nail salon to apply for that fateful membership card. In my previous life, taking advantage of the holiday, I visited the nail salon in my neighborhood. As soon as I sat down, Rachel kept chatting with me, and she brought up my boyfriend, Harry Zander, almost in every other sentence. She stared at my face and said, “Ms. Lewis, why is there such a stark contrast between the color of your face and your hands? Did you apply too much foundation? “Your skin is rather rough. You must wear makeup too frequently. I think you should be like me and go for a natural look without makeup. “Not only would it save your boyfriend money on buying you cosmetics, but it would also make you look clean and decent, just like a girl from a well-bred family.” Before I could react, she suddenly reached out and started rubbing the makeup off my face. My face hurt from the rough rubbing. I slapped her hand away and frowned. “What’s your problem? What business is it of yours whether I wear makeup or not? And who said my cosmetics were bought by my boyfriend?” Because of her actions, my impression of this nail salon plummeted to rock bottom. I no longer even wanted to have my nails done and coldly asked her to return the balance on my membership card. Unexpectedly, Rachel’s eyes welled up with tears, and she kept apologizing to me with a tear-stained face. She even knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, saying that she was just an employee and pleading with me not to hold it against her. The other customers and staff in the salon accused me of making a mountain out of a molehill. “It was just a joke. Why are you taking it so seriously?” Even Harry shoved me away roughly. Then, he gently helped Rachel up and blamed me with a disgruntled look. “She’s right. The cosmetics you bought were expensive. Why are you insisting on a refund now? You’re just being petty.” For a moment, I became the villainous woman who was exploiting the situation to bully others, and I was severely rebuked by Harry. Thinking that it was better to avoid trouble, I swallowed my anger, bowed my head in submission, and apologized to Rachel. Rachel smiled and said it was okay, but she deliberately cut my fingers while doing my manicure. At that time, I thought she was just being careless. However, a few days later, adverse reactions appeared at the wound site. I rushed to the hospital for a check-up and was horrified to discover that I had been infected with AIDS. I took the examination report to the nail salon and demanded an explanation from Rachel. She just rolled her eyes and pointed the camera at me. “It’s obvious that you contracted this loathsome disease because of your promiscuous private life, and you still have the nerve to shift the blame onto me? “If I were you, I would have found a place to commit suicide a long time ago. It’s so disgusting!”
The video taken by Rachel quickly went viral on the internet. Countless people flooded the comment section with harsh words, scolding me for lacking self-respect. My personal information and address were also exposed. As a result, all my relatives and friends learned about my illness and began to look at me with strange and judgmental eyes. Even my parents were criticized and slandered behind their backs. Eventually, they suffered a heart attack and passed away. Unable to endure the brutal cyber violence any longer, I finally made the tragic decision to end my life by jumping off a building. And Harry, who didn’t waste any time breaking up with me, frowned and showed his disgust, thinking I was too “dirty.” However, shortly after my death, he got together with Rachel. They callously trampled over the “corpses” of my entire family and joyfully walked into the marriage hall. Just the thought of all this made me clench my hands tightly, my nails digging into my palms. Just like in my previous life, as soon as Rachel opened her mouth, she started commenting on my cosmetics and then tried to touch my face. Without hesitation, I slapped her hand in mid-air away forcefully, coldly observing as the back of her hand quickly turned red. The sharp sound of the slap immediately caught the attention of everyone else in the salon. Even Harry, who had been engrossed in his phone, walked over with a frown. Seeing Rachel’s red hand and her aggrieved expression, he didn’t even bother to ask what had happened before he started blaming me. “Jenna Lewis, why are you throwing another tantrum? And hitting someone? Apologize right now!” Looking at the man who was so fervently protecting Rachel, I couldn’t help but let out a scornful laugh. “Apologize? For what exactly?” “Because you hit someone first, and that’s clearly wrong!” Hearing his irritated and self-righteous tone only made me laugh even more. What was even more infuriating to me was that as he was scolding me loudly, he turned his head to gently comfort Rachel. “Don’t be scared. I won’t let anyone bully you. She must admit her mistake and apologize to you today.” Rachel looked even more pitiful, but the way she looked at Harry revealed a blatant sense of dependence. I was almost amused by the overly affectionate look they exchanged. “I bullied her? How dare you say that? Are you out of your mind?” Before Harry could open his mouth to retort, I took out my cellphone. Ever since I confirmed that I had been reborn, I immediately activated the recording software. After a moment of commotion in the nail salon, Rachel’s sarcastic words, recorded by my cellphone, reached everyone’s ears. Her expression changed instantly, and she looked rather embarrassed. “It was just a joke. I thought you wouldn’t mind a bit of joking, Ms. Lewis.” I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes in disdain. “Are we friends? Why are you making jokes at my expense? Or do you think that verbal abuse doesn’t count as bullying?” As more and more people gathered around, even the other manicurists who had been busy with their work couldn’t resist looking over. Rachel bit her lips, and her eyes welled up with tears. To my surprise, she actually bent her knees and was about to kneel. “I’m so sorry, Ms. Lewis. Please don’t hold it against me. “I’m just an employee. If you’re unhappy about something, feel free to take it out on me. Just don’t call our boss. I’ll even kneel for you, okay?”
However, her attempt to kneel was halted by Harry. He fixed me with a menacing glare. “What Rachel said isn’t wrong. Your cosmetics are expensive, costing over a thousand dollars each. “Even for a simple manicure, you chose to apply for a membership card worth thousands of dollars. Isn’t that just a waste of money?” His indignant demeanor might make anyone who didn’t know the truth think that all the money I spent was his. But in reality, those were my own hard-earned wages! The people gathered around to watch the commotion were misled by his words. They began to murmur among themselves in hushed tones. “How shameless of her to spend a man’s money so brazenly.” “I wonder how her parents raised her. Not only does she waste her boyfriend’s money, but she also forces others to kneel and apologize. If I were her parents, I would have slapped her long ago.” Their words kept coming, portraying Rachel as the real victim in their eyes. A palpable sense of pride and mockery appeared in Rachel’s eyes. She even pretended to mediate while still throwing veiled accusations. “Ms. Lewis surely didn’t mean it. She just took it the wrong way. Please don’t be too hard on her.” Hearing Rachel’s arrogant tone, I felt my forehead twitching with anger. Unable to hold back any longer, I raised my hand and delivered a stinging slap across her face. But in an instant, amidst Rachel’s shrill scream, I was violently pushed to the ground. My shoulder crashed onto the floor, scraping against the floor, and my wrist was soon smeared with blood. Grimacing in pain, I raised my head and was shocked to find that the person standing before me was none other than Harry. “Why can’t you just talk things over? How can you bully the employees like this?” With his face flushed with anger, he quickly turned around to examine the red and swollen slap mark on Rachel’s face. The gossiping onlookers, who were only there to stir up trouble, immediately joined in to blame me. “Everyone saw it. You were the one who started the fight.” “Luckily, this man is reasonable. Otherwise, the manicurist would have been seriously bullied.” They had all heard the recording of Rachel provoking me, yet they chose to act as if they were deaf, laying all the blame squarely on my shoulders. Rachel could no longer maintain her pretense of being a pitiful, innocent victim. Her eyes blazed with fury as she picked up the coat and bag that I had taken off when I entered the store and hurled them at me. “People who bully our employees are not welcome here. We don’t want your business!” My chest heaved with rage as I struggled for breath. With great difficulty, I managed to get up and pick up my belongings from the floor. “Fine by me. I didn’t want to spend any more money in this salon anyway. “I still have a significant amount of money left on the membership card I bought before. Give me a refund now!” This nail salon was located in my neighborhood and offered attractive discounts when it first opened. At that time, thinking it was convenient since it was close to my home, I recharged a few thousand dollars on the card. I had visited the salon several times since then, and even though the nail designs I chose were quite elaborate, there should still be some balance left on the card. A look of disdain crossed Rachel’s face. “How absurd. How can you be so unreasonable when you’re spending a man’s money?” She mumbled under her breath, then turned on the computer, and pressed a few keys. I waited hopefully for her to process the refund. Unexpectedly, Rachel glanced at me, and her eyes were immediately filled with disdain. “After I’ve checked, there’s no money left on the card. I can’t give you a refund.” I was stunned, and instinctively, I retorted, “That’s impossible!” “I’ve only been to your salon two or three times. There were several thousand dollars on this card. How could it possibly be all spent?” I took a few quick steps forward. Just as I was about to peer at the computer screen, Rachel shoved me away with great force. “Our computer contains all commercial secrets. What are you looking at?” I was bewildered. I couldn’t fathom what kind of top-secret commercial information a small nail salon like this could possibly possess. But I was too fed up to engage in a prolonged argument with Rachel. “Fine, I won’t look. Print out the bill and let me see where all my money has gone.” Rachel feigned innocence and flatly refused. “Well, our store’s system crashed before, and all the bills were lost. “But I have an excellent memory. I clearly remember that there is no money left on your card.” As she spoke, Rachel’s eyes landed on my left hand. Before our argument broke out, I had been sitting, getting my nail polish removed. After the quarrel, only the nails on my left hand had been attended to, while those on my right hand remained untouched. Rachel sneered and said to me, “Not only do you have no money left, but you also have to pay extra for the nail polish removal today. “Considering the price hikes during the holiday season, along with rent, utilities, and labor costs, you need to pay me 500 dollars.” I had never encountered such a brazen store and such shameless people before. I was so infuriated that I almost laughed out of sheer disbelief. “You have no right to unilaterally decide the fees. Just wait for the Commerce Department to come knocking at your door!” I quickly put on my coat and turned to leave. However, someone blocked the door, barring my way. “You can’t leave!” Harry furrowed his brows tightly and scolded me in a condescending, almost paternal tone. “It’s only right to pay for what you owe. You can’t just walk away without paying, can you?” He was tall and burly, effectively blocking every possible exit. Rachel, standing beside him, also let out a sarcastic chuckle. She deliberately flaunted the red marks on the back of her hand and her cheek. “You also hit me, so you have to cover my medical expenses. Five thousand dollars, not a penny more, not a penny less.” I frowned and looked at Harry coldly. Although I had long known that he was not a decent person, his actions still made me feel a wave of nausea. Many of the shop assistants and customers who were watching the spectacle held up their cell phones, aiming the cameras straight at me. “She’s not going to flee without paying, is she? That’s just shameless of her.” “Why would they risk ruining their reputation and lie about something like that?” I remained unmoved, my expression icy cold. I certainly had no intention of taking out my phone to pay. Harry, with an impatient look on his face, snatched the phone from my bag. “Fine, if you’re not going to pay, I’ll do it for you.” Ignoring my attempts to stop him and my struggles, he forcefully held my phone’s camera in front of my face, trying to use facial recognition to unlock it. I made a series of bizarre and contorted expressions to foil his attempt. I watched as the warning popped up several times, indicating that the unlocking had failed, and it even prompted that we would have to wait five minutes before attempting facial recognition again. Harry finally lost his patience and wore a disgusted expression. Like a deranged, overly aggressive man, he smashed my phone against the ground, shattering it into pieces. “Jenna, just stop this nonsense and pay the bill! You’re embarrassing me here!” Rachel also took out her cell phone and made a show of threatening me. “If you refuse to pay, Ms. Lewis, then I have no choice but to call the police and let them handle it.” To everyone’s surprise, as soon as her voice trailed off, a sharp police siren sounded from downstairs. Rachel was stunned. “Why are the police here? I haven’t even called them yet.” I raised my head and gave her a mocking, disdainful sneer. “Of course, you didn’t call the police, because I’m the one who did!”
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