My husband, Harry Mullen, asked me to print sixty documents. He told me they contained private information about his students and instructed me not to look at them or show them to anyone else. After printing them, I put them in a folder without even glancing at them. Even when my best friend was curious and wanted to see them, I followed Harry’s instructions and didn’t show her. I sealed the folder and personally delivered it to Harry. A week later, I became the target of cyberbullying and was trending online. People called me vicious, sent messages insulting my parents, and vandalized my home. Only then did I discover that the “confidential documents” Harry had me print were actually photoshopped nude pictures of a female student in his class. Later, those photos spread online, and the girl, unable to bear the public pressure, jumped from a building and killed herself. When I tried to defend myself and brought Gina to testify for me, she publicly accused me instead, claiming I was narrow-minded and jealous of every woman who had contact with Harry, even his students, and that I had photoshopped those images to spread rumors… I was thrust into the center of the controversy. The victim’s enraged family found me and threw sulfuric acid on me. I was stabbed 18 times and died on the spot. Harry issued a statement of forgiveness to my killers, saying I was malicious and deserved to die. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Harry asked me to print those documents. ***** “Janice, why are you being so secretive? What’s in that folder you’re copying?” My best friend Gina Riddle’s familiar voice reached my ears. I suddenly came back to my senses, focusing on the folder in my hands. I reflexively touched my neck, the phantom pain of my decapitation still lingering. Looking at Gina, who was questioning me with ill intent, I glanced down at the folder in my hands and realized I had truly been reborn. I had returned to the day Harry asked me to help print those documents. In my previous life, because the printer in Harry’s faculty housing was broken, he asked me to help print 60 copies of what he called “private student documents.” When he asked me to print them, he emphasized that these documents contained student privacy and instructed me not to peek at them or show them to anyone else. I obediently followed his instructions. Even when Gina was curious and wanted to see, I didn’t open the folder or reveal a single word to her. But I never expected that one week after I handed the folder to Harry, I would become the target of cyberbullying and trend online. That’s when I learned that what Harry had me print were sixty student exam papers. On the blank back of each exam paper was printed a suggestive bedroom photo of a female student. Though blurry, the students still recognized it was their classmate, Tabitha Moore. These photos printed on the back of the exam papers were photographed by students and spread online. Rumors spread rapidly. Many perverted men began harassing Tabitha. Her classmates labeled her a “slut” and other terrible names. Unable to withstand the online abuse, Tabitha jumped from the school building and took her own life. Eventually, they discovered I was the one who printed the exam papers. They believed I was the culprit who spread rumors about Tabitha. I couldn’t defend myself, so I brought Gina, who was staying at my house that day, to testify for me. Unexpectedly, Gina, also a teacher, stood up and accused me instead. “Janice often complained about that girl to me, calling her a vixen who dressed provocatively to seduce her husband. It’s the 21st century—people have the freedom to dress how they want. I never thought she could be so malicious.” “Also, Janice was indeed secretively printing many documents that day and wouldn’t let me see them. I suspect she had already printed those photoshopped nude pictures on the back of the exam papers!” “She killed an innocent child because of her jealousy. It’s absolutely vicious!” She posted this video accusing me online. When the victim’s family saw it, they were furious. They found me and threw sulfuric acid on my face. The pain left me unable to resist as they took a knife to my neck. They had to hack at my neck 18 times before my head was finally severed… Instead of seeking justice for me, Harry wrote a letter of forgiveness for my killers, joining the online mob in saying I deserved to die. Thinking about all that had happened, I carefully examined the folder in my hands. Without a doubt, those exam papers already had the photoshopped bedroom photos of the female student printed on the back. But I couldn’t understand why Harry, as a high school teacher, would want to harm Tabitha. I couldn’t figure out why both Gina and Harry kicked me when I was down after I was framed. I began to suspect that I was their real target all along. I turned on my phone’s voice recorder and looked at the preoccupied Gina with a smile. “These are student private files Harry asked me to print. He told me not to look, so I don’t know what’s inside.” Gina looked a bit nervous. “If he told you not to tell, should you really be telling me?” “What’s there to worry about? We’re best friends, aren’t we?” I replied with a smile, weighing the documents in my hand. I believe that since heaven has given me a second chance, I can definitely avoid the tragedy of my previous life.
Gina laughed awkwardly and headed to the guest room with a strange look on her face. To prevent them from framing me again, I opened the folder in the middle of the night and completely destroyed the female student’s photos, replacing them with intimate pictures of Gina and Harry that only showed half of their faces. The next day, I handed the folder with sixty documents directly to Harry. I felt secretly smug, thinking the events from my previous life wouldn’t repeat themselves. A week later, Tabitha, the female student from their school, still committed suicide and became a trending topic. This time, Tabitha didn’t jump from the school building. Instead, she chose to jump into the river late at night. Due to the rapid currents, her body still hadn’t been found downstream. The police only discovered her shoes, a suicide note, and surveillance footage of her jumping at the riverbank. That afternoon, there was an urgent knocking at my door. A group of people and several police officers stood at the entrance, with Harry and Gina among them. Harry approached me with a grim expression and accused, “You spread rumors and caused someone’s death.” “I never thought you could be so vicious!” Just like in my previous life, Harry blamed me without distinguishing right from wrong. I said with certainty, “You were the one who asked me to print those exam papers. You know I’m being wrongfully accused, so why are you slandering me?” “At a time like this, you’re still making excuses? The police are here, and you still won’t confess?” Gina, standing nearby, chimed in, “That’s right. You know what you did. If you admit your crime now, you might still be forgiven.” Gina clung to Harry’s arm, leaning against him, her gaze toward me full of defiance. In my previous life, I suffered tremendously because of the testimonies from these two people who were closest to me. I coldly retorted, “Where’s your evidence? Be careful, or I’ll sue you for defamation!” This was the first time I didn’t show any courtesy to the two people in front of me, and they were stunned. Gina glared darkly and complained to Harry, “Look at her, she even dares to threaten us…” Harry exploded in anger, “Janice, you dare threaten us! You killed someone, and you’ll definitely go to prison!” I couldn’t be bothered to argue with these people again, so I turned to the police, “Officer, I’ve never spread rumors or slandered Tabitha. Please investigate thoroughly.” The visiting officer asked, “Your husband and this lady testified that you printed the exam papers…” After thinking for a few seconds, I countered, “Don’t you find it suspicious? Their printer was broken, but every office at their school has a printer. Why did Harry specifically ask me to help him print? And coincidentally, on that very day, Gina made an excuse to stay at my house. I have reason to suspect they conspired to frame me.” Seeing the police officer seriously considering this point, Harry and Gina, standing nearby, became anxious. At that moment, Tabitha’s mother, Amanda Moore, pushed through the crowd and rushed toward me, her face contorted with rage as she shouted, “You’re so evil. How could you print my daughter’s photos on the back of exam papers… “You must compensate us! Looking at how grand your place is, give me 500 million dollars, and I’ll drop the matter.” Hearing these outrageous, morally manipulative words, I couldn’t help but laugh. Seeing me laugh, Amanda seemed to have caught something, and accused me with a venomous, mocking tone, “You deserve a horrible death! How dare you laugh at a time like this!” I looked at her with contempt and said, “I’ve seen those photos. They’re blurry and unclear. As a mother, you don’t care about your daughter’s reputation and readily admit those are her photos. You really love her, don’t you? “Or is it that you don’t care about your daughter’s life at all and want to exchange it for money to buy your son a house?” Amanda, as if I had hit the nail on the head, immediately retorted, “You’re talking nonsense!”
I opened my phone and pulled up that photo. “Take a good look. Is this your daughter? “Although this photo is blurry, does your daughter also have a mole at the corner of her eye? Why do I feel like this photo resembles Gina more than Tabitha?” When Gina heard this, she quickly glanced at the photo. In her panic, she immediately tried to snatch my phone, but I swiftly dodged her. She glared at me, her eyes full of resentment. “Janice, don’t go too far! How dare you claim this is my photo. Stop your slander.” “Isn’t killing Tabitha enough? Now you want to ruin my reputation and drive me to suicide too? Is that it?” I gazed at her performance with indifference. “Well, your mom’s just a masseuse, so of course you don’t care about reputation. But we’re different—our parents have respectable jobs…” With that simple taunt, she struck my most hidden secret. I immediately slapped her across the face. “Gina, do you think you have any right to say such things?” Gina and I were neighbors, and we had played together since childhood. That day, when Gina’s house caught fire, my father ran in without hesitation and rescued her. Yet Gina kept crying and screaming for my father to go back in to save her kitten. As a result, my father never came out again… Having lost the pillar of our family, my mother could only earn money by giving massages at home. Even though Gina had caused my father’s death, neither my mother nor I ever blamed her. I never imagined that today, the way my mother made a living would be turned into a knife to hurt me. When Harry saw me slap Gina, he immediately pulled her into his arms, his face full of concern. “Janice, if you dare hit Gina again, we’re getting divorced. A vicious woman like you should leave with nothing. You don’t deserve to be my wife! “As a teacher, I certainly can’t have a murderer for a wife. Why don’t you pay compensation and then die in prison?” Although I had already seen through this man, it was only at this moment that I truly felt disgusted. Just a country boy who’d climbed the social ladder—nothing worth holding onto. Fighting back the pain in my heart, I coldly looked at the onlookers. “I’ll say it again: I had nothing to do with Tabitha’s death, and I didn’t spread any rumors. Either show me concrete evidence, or get out.” Seeing my strength and fearlessness, everyone was intimidated by my demeanor. As the crowd began to hesitate, Gina stepped forward. She took a deep breath and said, “Actually, Janice has badmouthed Tabitha in front of me many times. She even said Tabitha dressed provocatively, was a seductress, and was always running to Harry’s office—implying they had something going on… “She once asked me for Tabitha’s photo, and I gave it to her without thinking. Now I realize she wanted it to photoshop. After Tabitha died, she told me more than once that Tabitha deserved it.” Her words caused an uproar among the crowd. Hearing this, Amanda gained confidence and began to brazenly negotiate a price with me. The police officer standing nearby now looked at me with scrutiny. Seeing everyone’s indignation, Gina continued to fabricate lies. “Although Janice and I grew up together, I can’t betray my conscience. “I never imagined my good friend would be someone with such malicious intentions.” She pretended to wipe tears from the corner of her eye, looking at me with satisfaction. I calmly replied, “Don’t you understand what ‘concrete evidence’ means? You think your words alone can prove I’m guilty? “Don’t be ridiculous.” Seeing that I wasn’t bothered at all, she gritted her teeth and said emphatically, “I’m just telling what I’ve seen and heard. I don’t want everyone to be deceived by you. You killed Tabitha—that’s a fact! You’re a murderer!” I let out a scornful laugh. “Well, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed. I’m not a murderer.” Then, in front of the police and everyone present, I called toward the inner room. “You can come out now.” A thin figure emerged from the bedroom at the far end. When the police and the crowd saw this person’s face, their eyes widened in shock, trembling and speechless.
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