I woke up, and just like that, I was eighteen again, back to the days when I was the target of relentless bullying. The school’s golden boy, Julian, shielded me, his voice booming as he lectured my tormentors: “Audrey is mine. Touch her, and you answer to me!” The girls around us gasped, swooning over his knight-in-shining-armor moment. A sharp, humorless laugh escaped my lips. If only I didn’t know that ten years later, this man would be my husband, bringing his mistress right into our home, flaunting their disgusting affair in my face, I might have cried tears of gratitude. But too bad… I wasn’t that pathetic, crybaby version of myself anymore. The twenty-eight-year-old me was long gone! Before Julian could even react, I quietly picked up a steel pipe from the ground. I flashed a chilling grin at my bullies: “Do you know what a *real* psycho looks like?” “Audrey, did you finally lose your mind after getting hit so many times?!” Brittany sneered, spitting on the ground. “Don’t act all innocent. You just flaunt your chest, which is bigger than everyone else’s, to hook up with guys, right?” “Slut! Disgusting!” “Who are you trying to scare with a broken pipe? Think you’re in some gangster movie?” Her gang of followers cackled along, their eyes filled with pure malice. I ignored their taunts and just smiled. “You’re right,” I murmured softly. “If you’re going to play the bad guy, you have to go all out.” The moment the words left my lips, I moved. The steel pipe whistled through the air, smashing down without hesitation onto Brittany’s raised arm. *Crack!* The crisp sound of bone breaking instantly drowned out all the other noise. Then came Brittany’s bloodcurdling shriek. “Ah—my arm! My arm is broken!” The color drained completely from her face. She cradled her arm, twisted at a grotesque angle, tears and snot mixing as she wailed. “Audrey! You psycho! You actually dared to…!” The girls who had been so arrogant just moments ago, their smiles froze, replaced by terror! They stared at me like I was a monster. “Why wouldn’t I dare? You bully me, and I’m not allowed to fight back?” I weighed the steel pipe in my hand, a cold, dark expression twisting my lips. Suddenly— “Ah!” Someone let out a high-pitched scream, and the girls scattered like startled pigeons. They stumbled and scrambled, wishing for more legs, terrified that they would be the next one to be broken. The narrow alley was instantly left with just Julian and me, and the widening puddle of blood on the ground. He was completely stunned, his face a mask of disbelief. In his eyes, I had always been sweet and innocent. He never imagined I would actually hit someone. “Audrey, calm down, don’t be impulsive…” “Listen to me, put that down.” He reached out to grab me, but I swung my hand back, putting all my strength into a stinging slap across his face. Five clear fingerprints rapidly appeared on his skin, a glaring red. “Audrey!” A flicker of raw fury flashed in his eyes. I smirked internally. There it was. That was the Julian I knew. After we got married in my past life, he quickly showed his true colors, treating me like a mere toy to satisfy his desires. Once he grew bored, he quickly found other women, even making me part of their twisted games. Whenever I tried to resist him, he would look at me with that same glint in his eye. But he quickly suppressed the anger, for no other reason than he still wanted me. “Fine, you’re wild enough.” “I like it.” A cold, thin smile stretched across his lips. I couldn’t be bothered to look at him again. I casually tossed aside the steel pipe, stained with blood and rust. Like it? Julian, this time, I’ll make sure you *really* “like” it.
Back in the classroom, the entire class fell into a deathly silence. Everyone stared at me like they’d seen a ghost, their whispers barely audible. “Oh my god, she really dared to hit Julian? Is she crazy? Will the Chen family even let her live until tomorrow?” “And Brittany got hit too. I just saw someone helping her to the infirmary, her wrist was swollen like a pig’s foot, completely disfigured… Don’t tell me Audrey did it?” “She’s lost her mind, hasn’t she? She used to be so timid, always quiet. She’d just cry when she was bullied.” I ignored the chatter and walked straight to my desk. On my desk, someone had used white-out to draw a crude turtle, with “Audrey the slut” written next to it. My desk cubby was stuffed with garbage. There was even a wad of chewed-up gum spit inside, with a few strands of unknown hair stuck to it. I emotionlessly extended my finger, scraping off the dried graffiti, bit by bit, with my fingernail. Not a word. But my calm demeanor, to others, looked like submission. Soon after, a folded note was passed from the front, accompanied by snickers from a few boys along the way, finally landing on my desk. I didn’t even need to open it to know what was inside. In my past life, I received notes like this almost every day. Because I developed curves earlier than other girls, some boys always found sick pleasure in it. They used vulgar insults to humiliate me, and took pride in it. I slowly unfolded the note. It was a drawing, done with a black marker. My body was crudely depicted naked, surrounded by several leering stick figures. They were making obscene gestures at me. Next to it, a line of scrawled text read: [Audrey, name your price tonight? Us guys are good in bed, we’ll make you scream for more.] The artwork was rough, but the malice practically overflowed from the page. My past self, seeing something like this, would have collapsed onto the desk, crying uncontrollably. Letting the explosion of laughter around me drown me completely. But now. I slowly lifted my head, my gaze sweeping coldly across the entire classroom. Finally, it landed on Kyle, a boy who was exchanging smirks and nudges with his buddies. Kyle was the class’s notorious troublemaker, and banking on his family’s money, his favorite pastime was bullying the weak. I held the note, stood up, and walked towards him, step by agonizing step. The air in the classroom completely solidified, even the sound of breathing vanished. Seeing me approach, Kyle didn’t hold back one bit. In fact, he smirked even wider. He leaned back in his chair with a swagger, his eyes raking over me from head to toe. Finally, he stuck out his tongue, making an incredibly lecherous lip-licking gesture. He didn’t say a word, but his eyes screamed, “What are you going to do about it?” I smiled, and under his provocative gaze, I slowly stuffed the crumpled note directly into his open mouth. “Ugh… What the hell are you doing?!” He hadn’t expected such a move, and gagged on the paper wad, his eyes rolling. “Does it taste good?” I leaned down and asked softly. Before he could react, I suddenly lifted my foot, aimed squarely between his legs. And kicked him with all my might! “Aow—!” Kyle’s protest instantly turned into a high-pitched, agonizing scream. He clutched his lower half, curling into a ball, his face instantly beet red. The class exploded! Girls shrieked in horror, covering their eyes. All the boys collectively gasped, instinctively clamping their legs together. Kyle writhed on the floor for a few seconds, then grabbed the heavy metal pencil case from his desk. His face contorted with fury, he roared and lunged at me: “You bitch! I’m going to kill you today!” I didn’t dodge. The moment he lunged, I precisely sidestepped him. I grabbed the wrist that was swinging the pencil case and twisted it backward with force! *Snap!* Another tooth-grinding sound of a joint dislocating. “Ah—!” He let out a second scream, his wrist dislocated, the pencil case clattering to the floor. As his other hand instinctively swung at me, I swiftly grabbed the utility knife that had popped open on his desk, and in one swift motion, without hesitation— A deep gash, visible to the bone, instantly bloomed on his arm. Blood dripped to the floor, staining the white tiles. The entire class fell into a deathly silence. Then came even more hysterical screams. “Ah! Blood! She killed him! Call the teacher!” In the chaos, the classroom’s back door burst open, and Julian rushed in again. He hurried to me, grabbing my shoulders, his grip so strong it felt like he would crush my bones. “Enough! Audrey, stop it! What the hell do you want?!” His voice was filled with exasperation and confusion. I violently shook off his hands, and with a flick of my wrist. The utility knife, still dripping blood, was pointed steadily at his Adam’s apple, barely a millimeter from piercing his throat. Watching his face instantly freeze, I spoke softly. “Julian, I’m saying this one last time.” “Don’t touch me. You disgust me.”
After that incident, I was taken to the Dean of Students’ office. Or rather, I strolled in confidently, followed by a group of trembling teachers. Kyle was also sent to the infirmary, and his notoriously feisty mother, Brenda, quickly stormed in. The moment she entered, she pointed a finger at my nose, spitting insults. “You little bitch! So vicious at such a young age! You beat my son like this, have you no respect for the law?!” “Didn’t your parents teach you right? Running around with boys and acting like trash!” Her shouting made my ears ache. Mr. Davies, the Dean of Students, was a balding man. He was clearly annoyed, constantly wiping sweat from his forehead. “Brenda, please don’t get agitated. We’re still investigating the matter. Audrey, she…” “Investigate what?! My son is bleeding! This little slut did it!” Brenda cut him off, eyeing me up and down. “Look at her, acting like a tramp! She doesn’t even look like a student! Dressed like she’s selling herself! How many men have touched those breasts?!” “This disgusting student should be expelled! Expel her immediately! Otherwise, I’ll cause hell for this school!” I watched her throw her tantrum calmly, not even bothering to lift an eyelid. Mr. Davies, seeing my “devil-may-care attitude,” also turned his attention to me, puffed up with self-importance: “Audrey! What is this attitude?! You hit a classmate and you don’t even regret it?” “Look at the terrible impact you’ve had on the school! Quickly! Apologize to Brenda right now!” I smiled, “Apologize?” Why should I apologize? In my past life, and in this one, how did they bully me? For three whole years, I practically ate tears with every meal, never knowing a single good day, struggling in fear every single day. Why should I apologize to the trash who bullied me?! Looking at Mr. Davies’ smug, judgmental face, I felt sick! In my past life, it wasn’t like I hadn’t fought back or cried for help. But when I told him what was happening, what did he say? “It takes two to tango. Why do they only bully you, and not others? Always think about your own problems. If you weren’t dressed provocatively and acting like you’re asking for trouble, would others mess with you?” But I was clearly wearing a loose, standard school uniform! I’ll never forget the creepy gaze he gave my chest as he lectured me! Now, I just stared at his greasy, dogmatic face with disdain, then slowly uttered three words: “He! Deserved! It!” “You—!” Mr. Davies’ face turned beet red with rage. He jumped up from his chair. “Rebellious! What kind of attitude is that?!” “Disrespectful! No remorse! Believe it or not, I’ll give you a suspension immediately!” I didn’t wait for him to finish. The moment his spittle flew, I grabbed the steaming hot mug of strong tea from his desk. With a flick of my arm, I aimed at his bald head and drenched him head-to-toe! *Splash!* Scalding tea mixed with soggy tea leaves plastered his face. “Ah—!” He shrieked, jumping off his chair, scalded and looking utterly pathetic. Everyone in the office was stunned. Brenda also backed away in shock, her eyes, for the first time, showing fear. Her expression screamed: *This woman is crazy, she even dares to hit the Dean of Students!* I walked slowly towards Mr. Davies, who was howling while clutching his face, my voice soft. “Mr. Davies, how much did Kyle’s family pay you off? You ignore the truth and just tell me to apologize? What can your mouth do besides bully me?” “You’re not fit to be a teacher.” “Rebellious! You’re completely rebellious!” Mr. Davies trembled with rage, pointing at me, but too much pain to utter a complete sentence. Just then, the office door opened. It was Julian. He gave a cold glance at the chaos in the office, his gaze finally settling on me. “Audrey, stop this. This is your last chance. Beg me.” “If you become my girlfriend, I’ll use my father’s connections to fix this for you.” I couldn’t help but laugh again. “Help me? Julian, you should worry about yourself first.” Under his stunned, confused gaze, my smile grew even brighter. “Aren’t you curious? Your womanizing father, with countless lovers, why doesn’t he have a single illegitimate child?” I paused, giving him time to think and feel fear, then slowly spoke. “You don’t know, do you? Your father has severe infertility.” I watched with satisfaction as the arrogance and confidence on his face instantly crumbled, shattering into endless pallor and panic. I leaned closer to him. “Julian, guess whose… bastard you really are?” In that instant, I saw Julian’s face crack, his eyes filled with disbelief! “You bitch, you… how do you know all this?!”
How do I know? You told me yourself, of course. Only after marrying Julian in my past life did I learn all the dirty secrets of his family. I coldly pushed him away, pulling out my phone to call his mother. “What are you doing!” He tried to snatch it, but my icy gaze nailed him to the spot. The call was answered quickly. I put it on speaker. “Who is this?” Julian’s body instantly stiffened. “Mrs. Eleanor? This is Audrey.” I chuckled lightly, “Your son, Julian, is currently in the Dean of Students’ office. You have ten minutes to come and pick him up.” “Otherwise, I imagine by tomorrow morning, all of high society will know that the sole heir of the Chen family is an illegitimate bastard of unknown origin.” There was a deathly silence on the other end of the line, lasting several seconds before she spoke. “I’ll be right there.” I hung up the phone and tucked it back into my pocket, not sparing Julian another glance. In the office, only Brenda was still clamoring endlessly: “I don’t care what grudges you have! This little bitch hitting my son is a fact!” “I’m calling the police! I’m calling them right now to arrest her!” “Calling the police?” I pulled out the note with the obscene drawing from my backpack and unfolded it in front of her. “Go ahead, call them. This is sexual harassment and character defamation, and this paper is the evidence.” “Even if he’s a minor and won’t go to jail, a record will follow him for life.” Kyle’s face turned pale, and he hung his head, not daring to speak. I stared at her and continued: “And I recall your son is applying for a sports scholarship, aiming for a prestigious university, right?” “Is it worth ruining his entire future for this petty dispute?” The arrogant fire on Brenda’s face instantly extinguished. She pointed a finger at me for a long time, but ultimately couldn’t press the call button. Less than ten minutes later, Julian’s mother, Eleanor, indeed arrived. She didn’t say a word, just grabbed the distraught Julian and hurried away. But before leaving, Eleanor’s face was pale, and her eyes looked like she wanted to devour me whole. But I didn’t care. This was exactly what I wanted. Only by making him fall from grace, by making him lose everything, could this revenge truly begin. The commotion in the office, in the face of the explosive secret about the Chen family, was no longer anyone’s concern. Mr. Davies, with tea leaves still plastered on his face, dared not say another word. Expel me? Compared to a madwoman who might have offended both the Chen family and another unknown powerful entity, Brenda’s threats seemed utterly ridiculous. I calmly walked out of the office, even thoughtfully closing the door behind me. The world was finally quiet. That night, lying in my room, memories of my past life flooded over me like a tide. I remembered when I was pregnant, suffering from terrible morning sickness. Julian brazenly brought his mistress to stay in our guest room, openly affectionate in front of me. The mistress even wore my pajamas and used my cup. “Sister, Julian says he loves it most when I wear your clothes. It gives him such a sense of conquest.” “Unlike you, you’re just a washed-up old hag. Julian says looking at you makes him lose his appetite.” Faced with the mistress’s blatant provocation, I was helpless. At that time, our child had a high fever and was convulsing. I cried and called Julian, begging him to come home, but he was flirting with his mistress on the phone. Finally, to force me to leave with nothing, he picked up a scalding cigarette butt and pressed it onto our child’s tender arm, right in front of me. Those pains have now all transformed into my motivation for revenge. Julian, this is just the beginning! Next, the Chen family will plunge into immense internal strife and a crisis of trust because of this incident. He’ll be powerless to retaliate against me for a while. He needs to figure out whose son he really is. I need to use this precious period of calm to find my most important chess piece – Leo. In my past life, when Julian pushed me to a dead end, utterly devastated, a young entrepreneur reached out to me. He was a legend who had graduated from our school, built his empire from scratch, and became a rising star in the business world. I remember he found me then, offering to help me get revenge on Julian. Unfortunately, my heart was already dead, and I refused his help. Soon after, I jumped from a tall building. And he, a few years later, was framed by the now successful Julian in a business rivalry. His company went bankrupt, he was burdened with massive debts, and eventually died heartbroken. Reborn, I not only want revenge, but also to seize this light that once shone at the end of my life, a light I had pushed away with my own hands. According to my memory, I found Leo, who was working part-time at the school library. At this moment, he was still just a senior in high school. Wearing a faded, well-worn school uniform, he was quiet and reserved. But his eyes held a maturity and ambition beyond his years. Perfect, he’s the one I need.
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