Three o’clock in the afternoon. Robin, a new colleague who’d just joined, suddenly tagged me in the company’s SnapChat group with hundreds of people: [That bitch at workstation 203, can you PLEASE stop typing? The noise is making me get gregnancy cramps!] [My baby is sleeping in my belly. If you give him a concussion, I’ll make your whole family pay with their lives!!] I quickly explained that I was rushing to finish a proposal due soon, and that I was using a silent keyboard. But Robin wouldn’t believe it, no matter what. I patiently explained a few times, even applying to work in the hallway to avoid trouble. What I didn’t expect was that a week later, Robin would barge into the breakroom with a kettle of freshly boiled water and pour it all over my head. I collapsed into the scorching puddle, my skin searing and tearing. Robin still kept savagely slamming my head with a high heel, screaming hysterically: “It’s all your fault! I had a miscarriage! Your keyboard noise killed my son!!” My vision blurred, and eventually, I lost consciousness—even in death, I couldn’t figure out how a silent keyboard could kill someone. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Robin had cursed me in the group chat. Facing those familiar curses, I didn’t back down this time. I snapped back directly in the group: “What pregnant woman act are you putting on?! You’ve got more between your legs than a woman do!”
The moment my message hit the group, the buzzing chat, where hundreds of people had been intensely discussing proposals, fell into a dead silence. A few seconds later, Robin’s messages exploded, flooding the screen: [Stella, you rotten bitch, what are you even talking about?! I’m three months pregnant, I have the ultrasound scan right here. How dare you slander me?!] [Everyone, look! Stella from 203 can’t get pregnant herself, so she can’t stand to see anyone else have a baby!] [@HR @Mr. Davies, with someone like this in the company, I’m calling the police! This is defamation! This is a personal attack!] Robin threw a dramatic fit, and colleagues immediately jumped to their feet, their accusations all aimed at me. Chloe from the design department chimed in: [Stella, you’re going too far. How can you talk to a pregnant woman like that? Your mouth is just toxic!] Another person tried to calm Robin: [Robin, calm down, don’t get angry for the baby’s sake. Stella might just be joking.] But Robin wouldn’t let it go: [Joking? Is that the kind of joke you make? What’s there to even say to her? She’s just jealous that I married well and I’m carrying my husband’s child!] [My baby already has a fragile pregnancy! The doctor specifically told me to rest!] [And this hussy? Her keyboard clatters like a jackhammer! If anything happens to my baby, I’ll rip her to shreds first!] Other colleagues in the building also started to chime in: [Exactly, Robin said she wasn’t feeling well, can’t you just keep it down?] [It’s already afternoon, can’t you turn in that proposal tomorrow? Why do you have to bother a pregnant woman?] Watching them twist the facts, I was so angry I started to laugh. In my past life, this was how they pushed me into a corner, step by step. I explained countless times that I used a silent keyboard. To avoid bothering her, I even carried my laptop to the hallway to work overtime. But what I got in return was her dousing me head-to-toe with a kettle of boiling water, leaving me scarred and disfigured. Before I died, my skin was scalded off, my skull smashed by a high heel. Robin’s deranged face was the last thing I saw in that life. I closed my eyes, and the burning pain of boiling water poured over my head felt like it was still etched into my soul. Rage and hatred clashed in my chest. Robin was still frantically tagging me in the group: [Speechless? Why aren’t you saying anything, you bitch? Feeling guilty?] [Are you doing this on purpose? You don’t want me to have a good life, right? I finally got pregnant, and you just have to kill my son, don’t you?] [If anything happens to him, can you afford to compensate? Will you pay with your life?] “Pay with my life?” “Am I supposed to pay for the crap you’re birthing?” I stared at those words, unable to hold back my fury any longer. I recorded a voice message in a cold tone and sent it to the group: “Fine, come here now. If you dare to take off your pants in front of the entire company, I, Stella, will jump off this building right now and pay for your son with my life!”
My voice message sent the entire company into an uproar. The group chat went silent for a full minute. Then, a commotion erupted in the direction of my workstation. I looked up and saw Robin, clutching her stomach, being helped by a few female colleagues, her eyes red as she walked towards me. “Stella!” Her voice was sharp, tearful, as if she’d suffered the greatest injustice. “How can you be so malicious? What did I ever do to you that you have to humiliate me like this?” “I’m carrying a boy! He’s the only child our family has, can’t you just let him be?” The female colleagues around her immediately grew indignant: “Stella, you’re beyond cruel, aren’t you? Robin just started working here, and you’re bullying her like this?” “Exactly! Don’t you plan on having kids yourself one day? Would you want your own child cursed like this?” “Picking a fight with an unborn baby, aren’t you afraid of karma?” Robin continued to gag, acting the part perfectly, tears flowing freely as she leaned weakly on a colleague: “I’ll kill you… you ruined my reputation… I’ll kill you…” Her shrill cries grated on my ears, and even more, they triggered the memories of my past life. The thought of being brutally murdered by this gender-bending lunatic made my body tremble uncontrollably. Hearing her say she’d kill me, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I shot up from my seat, shoved the colleague next to her aside, and grabbed Robin by the collar. “Kill me? You already killed me once in my last life!” “Act! Keep acting for me! Where’s your belly? Where’s your ultrasound scan? Show it to me!” Robin was stunned by my aggression, freezing for a few seconds. Then, suddenly, she lunged at my face, claws extended. I quickly dodged, then precisely tripped her with my foot. With a *thud*, she fell face-first to the floor. Recalling the searing pain of boiling water poured over my head in my previous life, a wave of pure fury washed over me. I stomped on her back, grabbed her smooth wig, and slammed her head against the floor. “Let’s see you act now! Let’s see you pretend! Today, I’m going to see exactly what you are!” Robin was pinned under my foot, only able to let out pig-like squeals: “Ah! Help! Stella’s gone crazy! She’s trying to kill me! My stomach… my baby…” Her piercing screams attracted more colleagues. Everyone rushed forward, trying to pull us apart. I was held back by two male colleagues, my breath still ragged. By my count, I’d only been reborn for half an hour. Meaning, just half an hour ago, I had been murdered by this monster right in front of me! How could I stay calm?! But after they pulled me away, everyone pointed fingers at me, yelling: “Stella, are you insane?! This whole thing started because of your foul mouth, and you dare to hit a pregnant woman?!” “I never knew our company had such a vicious woman!” “I’ve already called security! If you try to lay a hand on her again, we’re calling the police directly to deal with you!”
Freed from my restraint, Robin became arrogant again. She was helped up, clutching her stomach, and pointed at me tearfully: “See, everyone? She’s just jealous of me! She wants to kill my baby!” She staggered towards me, raising a hand to slap me. I tried to struggle and hit back, but the male colleagues held me firmly. “You still want to fight back?! Can’t you just behave?!” Seeing me immobilized, Robin’s face twisted into a smug sneer, and her insults grew uglier: “You barren slut! You deserve to rot in hell!” Other colleagues also chimed in, accusing me of lacking empathy. Chloe, the same colleague from before, comforted Robin while vehemently saying to me: “You’re a grown woman, yet you have no shame! Getting a pregnant woman so upset over a proposal, what are you thinking?” “It’s hard enough for Robin, being pregnant and working. If anything happens to her, can you take responsibility?” I struggled to break free, shouting in rebuttal: “How many times have I explained? I’m using a silent keyboard! How could I possibly bother her? With brainwaves?” “Besides, she says she’s pregnant, but who here has seen her prenatal reports? Who has seen her husband pick her up?” My words made a few people pause, a hint of doubt entering their eyes. Robin, however, immediately pulled a crumpled piece of paper from her bag: “This is my ultrasound scan! It clearly states twelve weeks pregnant!” I scoffed: “You just said my keyboard was like a jackhammer, making your stomach hurt. Now you’re making such a huge commotion, crying and screaming, and your precious son is perfectly fine?” Everyone was taken aback. Chloe murmured to herself, “Yeah, when I was pregnant, I’d get anxious even from loud noises, let alone such a scene… Is Robin’s fetus that strong?” At that moment, security guards rushed in, and seeing the tense situation, they quickly spoke up: “Everyone, calm down! Let’s talk this out!” Robin, who had been so aggressive, suddenly covered her mouth and dry-heaved. After a moment, she weakly said: “I can’t… My stomach hurts so much… It must be because she pushed me, and I went into premature labor!” “I need to go to the hospital! If my baby is gone, Stella, I’ll haunt you even as a ghost!” I wasn’t about to let her off that easily. “Fine, let’s go to the hospital! I’ll come with you! I’ll even help you book an appointment with a urologist to check your prostate!” Robin instantly went ballistic, pointing a finger at me and screaming: “You… you crazy person! You’re slandering me! I’ll sue you for defamation!” I immediately declared to everyone: “Did everyone hear that? A simple check at the hospital will prove it. If she really is pregnant, I’ll kneel down and apologize to her in front of everyone, and I’ll cover all medical expenses!” Then, I turned to Robin: “Do you dare to go?” With that, I grabbed her, pulling her towards the exit. “Come on, let’s go now! Let the whole company see whether you’re carrying a baby or just pure malice!” All of us, me and my colleagues, stared at her, waiting for an answer. Robin’s face cycled through shades of red and white. She never dreamed that the soft target she had so easily manipulated in her past life would, in this life, become a furious, sharp-tongued maniac. She clung desperately to the office desk, refusing to budge. But then, as if an idea struck her, she suddenly collapsed onto the floor with a loud *thud*. A puddle of “blood” rapidly spread beneath her. She stretched out a trembling hand, pointing at me, her eyes filled with venom: “My baby… Stella… you killed my baby!”
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