Last life, he called out the wrong name at our wedding, and his first love tragically jumped from the building during the ceremony. Her suicide note was exposed, branding me as the undeniable homewrecker. I was fired, subjected to relentless online abuse, received death threats, and ultimately died tragically on the streets. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day his first love was threatening to jump. This time, don’t be in such a rush to die. I’ll personally drag you both to hell. “Chloe! What are you spacing out for?! Explain your relationship with Daniel right now!” A sharp, urgent female voice pierced the air. I snapped back to reality, realizing I was standing on a rooftop. Before me was Brittany, in a wedding dress, swaying precariously on the edge in the fierce wind, her eyes brimming with tears. Everyone was staring at me, their faces etched with anxiety and confusion. I suddenly realized I was back at the critical turning point of my life. Any second now, Brittany would leap, using her own death to firmly place the monumental blame squarely on my shoulders. She would falsely accuse me of being the mistress who drove her to her death. “Chloe! What are you doing staying silent at a time like this! Are you deliberately trying to kill Brittany?!” Sarah, the bridesmaid, urged again. “Chloe, please… save Brittany!” Daniel, the groom, pleaded, his voice trembling. I said sharply, “Brittany, Daniel and I have had absolutely nothing to do with each other for a long time.” “I have a boyfriend, and you know him too.” I pointed to the man, “Your brother, Julian!” The four of them looked astonished, but Brittany quickly snapped back, screaming through her tears. “You’re lying! You just got back from abroad, how could you know my brother! You’re just trying to fool me!” “I knew you wouldn’t admit it!” The more she spoke, the more agitated she became, leaning out further! In a flash, I spoke quickly, “Julian. Graduated from Berkeley College of Music, a traveling violinist, loves to fly all over the world. He owns two golden retrievers. He’s two years older than you, but he’s not your biological brother.” “We’ve been together for two years. Believe it or not.” “Really? Julian?” Julian responded calmly, “It’s true. Come down, and I’ll explain everything to you.” After a prolonged standoff. Brittany finally jumped back into Daniel’s arms. I sank to the ground, drenched in a cold sweat. However, it wasn’t over yet. Julian, who had left and then returned, suddenly stood in front of me. Silhouetted against the light, he asked in a deep voice, “Ms. Xu… I mean, Chloe, who are you? How do you know all these private details about me?”
Who am I? I am Chloe, the woman those two dogs drove to a tragic death. In my last life, Brittany’s leap from her own wedding shocked the entire society. News of the pregnant bride’s tragic death rocked society. And in her suicide note, she turned all accusations squarely on me. Overnight, I became the mistress who drove the original wife to her death, hated by everyone. “Hope every homewrecker in the world rots in hell!” Furious netizens ceaselessly cursed me on all my social media accounts. I clarified, I called the police, I filed lawsuits. But to little effect. After all, who can win against a dead person? Later, with the public release of Brittany’s secret Ins account, I spiraled into an irredeemable abyss. Finally, on my way to therapy, a severe depressive episode hit, and I rushed into traffic, dying tragically on the streets. Shaking off the painful memories. I opened Brittany’s secret Ins account. “He was completely out of it tonight… It turns out, she’s back.” “I saw her. Why didn’t she just stay abroad? Why did she have to come back and mess up my peaceful life?” “He called out her name in his sleep. I know he never truly got over her…” “We promised to get married, but he hesitated. She must be meddling.” “The night before my wedding, my fiancé actually messaged another woman, asking if there was still a chance between them… What should I do?? My heart is a mess.” The latest post stopped at, “One last chance for him. I want to be his most beautiful bride…” Heartfelt and dripping with sorrow, every word. Between the lines, she painted herself as a humble, fragile woman, enduring for love. But she never mentioned my clear boundaries or my deliberate efforts to avoid him in front of her. Nor did she mention my firm “No” and blocking him after his “Is there even a tiny chance?” message. With a cynical smirk, I posted my first thought on a newly registered Ins account. “I didn’t want any involvement with them, but she still threatened to die if I didn’t show up on the rooftop. I really don’t want them to disturb me anymore. Can anyone save me?”
Standing in the cubicle, I listened to the whispers outside. “Did you know? That day, Daniel called the bride’s name Chloe during his vows! Brittany freaked out right then and there, grabbing her dress and threatening to jump…” “Oh my god, seriously? That’s so dramatic! I always thought Daniel’s gaze toward Chloe was weird…” “It’s true, I was there. Those two had a thing back in college. Otherwise, why do you think Chloe suddenly came back to the country and joined our company?” “That bride is really unlucky, getting her ‘one that got away’ coming back to interfere right before the wedding…” “You just pray Chloe dares to come to the team-building event! Then we’ll have a real show.” The next second, I pulled up my phone’s chat window and replied to HR. “Available to attend.” To clear my name, the first step is to shut down these gossipmongers! On camping day, a dozen or so people sat around picnicking on the lawn. I was the first to grab a drink, proposing a toast with my soda, “Let’s all toast to the happy couple!” Amidst everyone’s congratulations, Daniel downed his drink in one gulp. Brittany, clinging to Daniel, shot me a hostile glance before taking a tiny sip. I looked directly at Brittany, “Brittany, you misunderstood me at the wedding that day. I’d like to use this opportunity to formally clarify: Daniel and I are completely innocent, and we are, and will only be, colleagues.” “Some might bring up our three-month college romance,” I deliberately glanced at Sarah, “but that ended a long, long time ago.” Perhaps not expecting me to tackle the rumors head-on, my colleagues’ faces were a mix of awkwardness and curiosity. Just then, a voice cut in, “But I’m really curious, Chloe, why did you choose to join our company right after returning to the country?” Sarah paused suggestively, “Wasn’t it because of Daniel?” “Because the general manager is an alumnus from our university. I joined the company at his invitation.” She pressed on, “Then how come it’s such a coincidence that you happen to live right across the hall from Daniel and Brittany?” I stared at this former college classmate, Brittany’s best friend, and the bridesmaid at the wedding. In my last life, she was the one who made Brittany’s Ins account public. I wondered how much of Brittany’s supposed ‘evidence’ of me seducing her husband was fabricated and spread by Sarah? Sarah flinched under my gaze. I said, word for word, “Listen closely. I bought my place shortly after graduation. When I returned this year, I discovered they were living across the hall.” “So, you should ask Daniel and Brittany why they moved in.”
Amidst the quiet, the female lead, Brittany, finally spoke. “Chloe, since you want to clear the air, let’s clear it all.” “This past week, the ‘love porridge’ Daniel brought you–the one you posted on SnapChat – was it tasty?” “I made it.” Under everyone’s surprised glances, she looked at me with a sinister glare, her voice calm. “You wear that niche Guerlain perfume, don’t you? Every day my husband comes home, he smells of it.” She pulled out an earring, “And, you accidentally left an earring in Daniel’s car.” “It’d be a shame for it to be unpaired, so here you go.” The evidence was undeniable. Everyone’s gaze shifted back to me. I smiled, my tone light. “Porridge? I bought it from the 7-Eleven downstairs from the office. I can post the receipt if you need it.” “Perfume? My apologies, I have allergies, so I barely wear any.” “As for the earring… Hmm, it looks familiar, but it’s definitely not my style.” Her face instantly turned pale. Suddenly, I had an ‘aha’ moment, “Ah, I remember. Isn’t this the earring Sarah asked about in the group chat?” “The porridge and perfume… I think I saw them on Sarah’s desk too.” Brittany’s head snapped towards her best friend. Sarah, who had been enjoying the show a second ago, was instantly flustered, “Brittany, don’t believe her nonsense!” “I didn’t drink any porridge, and the earring is mine, but I’ve been looking for it for days!” “Even the perfume, someone just inexplicably left it on my desk, and it smelled nice, so I started using it…” She explained frantically. But she was interrupted by a recording from the bathroom, played loudly from my phone. Watching her reddened face, filled with humiliation, I asked softly, “Sarah, I originally didn’t understand why you were spreading baseless rumors behind my back, but just now, I had a wild guess…” “We were classmates, now we’re colleagues. How come you’ve always been following Daniel so closely?” “Are you the one who actually likes him?” Facing Brittany’s dagger-like gaze, Sarah completely panicked, her words coming out in broken fragments. I secretly chuckled, watching her struggle desperately to prove herself. Last life, you were the executioner who pushed things along. This life, I’ll make you pay first!
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