My name is Arya Griffin. My boyfriend David Nielsen’s friend Emilia Cooper abused performance-enhancing drugs in competitions, but somehow transferred all the side effects to me. She stood on the winner’s podium time and again, gaining both fame and fortune, worshipped by the public as the “Swimming Goddess.” Meanwhile, I was banned and expelled for “drug abuse,” plagued by illness, and eventually hospitalized. When I realized everything was connected to Emilia, I immediately reported her. However, everyone believed I was falsely accusing Emilia out of jealousy. Emilia said smugly, “Arya, I know you can’t accept the fact that you were caught using performance enhancers and want to drag me down with you. But I’m completely clean—I earned all my medals through skill!” David looked at me with disgust: “Arya, you didn’t win the championship because you lack the ability. How could you frame Emilia like this?” I was thrust into the eye of public opinion, cursed by thousands, and even beaten by Emilia’s fanatic fans who tracked me down to the hospital. Until one international championship event, Emilia used performance enhancers frantically to claim victory. In the end, she became the country’s first Grand Slam winner and happily accepted David’s marriage proposal on the podium. As for me, I died from multiple organ failure caused by drug overdose, despite all rescue efforts. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day of the competition. I immediately withdrew from the race, grabbed my camera, and headed straight to Emilia’s locker room to start a live stream. In this life, I wanted to see how she would use performance enhancers under everyone’s watchful eyes! “David, press harder!” I had just pushed open the locker room door when I saw David with his hand on Emilia’s thigh. Seeing me enter, David showed no restraint and even frowned in reproach: “I’m just giving Emilia a massage. You’d better keep your jealousy in check!” Emilia also said disdainfully, “Arya, you’re so petty. David and I have a purely platonic friendship—don’t think of us so disgustingly.” I silently clenched my fists but put on an innocent expression as I pointed my phone camera at them: “Why would I be angry? David’s massage technique is so good—perfect for my live stream viewers to learn from.” “You’re live streaming?” Emilia’s face instantly changed, eyeing my phone warily. David became even more impatient: “The competition is about to start, and instead of preparing, you’re doing a live stream? Are you that desperate for attention?” I smiled slightly: “I’ve already withdrawn from the race. I just sprained my ankle, and the doctor said it’s too severe for me to compete.” “You withdrew?” David’s expression immediately darkened. After all, everyone considered me the most likely candidate to win the championship. In my previous life, I had participated in the competition with full confidence, only to end up disgraced and fallen into the abyss. In that race, Emilia, whose performance had always been mediocre, suddenly excelled beyond expectations and won the championship. Meanwhile, I tested positive for performance enhancers and was banned from competition. I was bewildered and confused because I had never used performance enhancers! Later, every time Emilia competed, I would experience difficulty breathing, high fever, and other symptoms. Doctors diagnosed it as “performance enhancer overdose reaction.” I suspected she was using drugs and somehow transferring all the side effects to me. I chose to report her, but everyone thought I was maliciously slandering Emilia out of jealousy. David broke up with me without hesitation: “Arya, you abused performance enhancers and then tried to frame Emilia. I’ve never seen such a vicious woman!” Emilia’s fanatic fans hurled abuse and attacks at me, even storming into the hospital wanting my life. Until one international championship event, Emilia used performance enhancers frantically to win the title. She became America’s first Grand Slam winner and accepted David’s marriage proposal under the spotlight, basking in unlimited glory. Meanwhile, I died alone in the hospital from multiple organ failure. Remembering the agony before my death in the previous life, I trembled with hatred. Since God gave me a chance to be reborn, I would never let such things happen again! This time, I would definitely uncover the truth and make Emilia pay the price she deserved. With this thought, I waved my phone and flashed a sweet smile: “Emilia, since I can’t compete, it’s all up to you now. Live streaming can boost your popularity and help you quickly gain fans—there’s absolutely no downside.” But Emilia still looked reluctant and was about to refuse. David’s eyes lit up with excitement: “Exactly, Emilia! Since Arya has nothing else to do anyway, let her help boost your popularity.” Emilia had no choice but to reluctantly agree. My smile grew brighter as I pointed the camera at her. In this life, I wanted to see how you would use performance enhancers under my live stream camera!
The competition was about to begin, and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense. I stood by the pool, my eyes fixed on Emilia, anxiety churning in my chest. From before the race started until now, I had stayed by Emilia’s side the entire time, making sure she had no opportunity to use performance-enhancing drugs. I tried to catch a glimpse of panic on her face, but she remained calm, even confident, which made me even more uneasy. The starting gun fired, and the swimmers dove into the water. When I saw Emilia take the lead immediately upon entering the water, swimming at an abnormally fast pace, my heart sank as I stared at the scene before me in disbelief. How was this possible? Soon, Emilia finished the race, stepped onto the podium, and received the champion’s medal. Witnessing all this, my mind went completely blank! This couldn’t be happening! Throughout the entire pre-race period, I had been watching her constantly—she had no chance to use any drugs. The only time she left my sight was when she went to the restroom. But she was only wearing her tight-fitting swimsuit then, with nowhere to hide anything. I was certain she wasn’t carrying any prohibited substances. So how did she manage it? When Emilia walked up to me, radiant with joy and holding the bouquet I had given her, I still hadn’t recovered from the shock. She looked at me with arrogance: “So? Did you get good shots of me winning the championship?” David exclaimed excitedly: “Emilia, you were incredible! Arya’s speed couldn’t even compare to yours. Even if she hadn’t withdrawn from the race, she wouldn’t have stood a chance against you!” “Of course!” Emilia glanced at me dismissively. “I just wasn’t giving it my all before. Otherwise, she never would have had a chance to compete.” Media personnel swarmed in, eager to interview this sudden dark horse, and I was knocked to the ground by the crowd. A familiar wave of dizziness hit me, and my body began to heat up. I knew exactly what this was—the side effects of performance-enhancing drugs. Emilia had transferred the side effects to me again! At that moment, despair washed over me. Even after being reborn, was I still unable to escape the tragic fate of my previous life? Emilia pretended to be concerned as she approached me: “Arya, are you feeling unwell?” I glared at her fiercely and asked through gritted teeth: “Emilia, how did you do it? Why are you trying to destroy me?” She looked completely innocent: “How could I possibly hurt you? You sprained your ankle and couldn’t compete—how is that my fault? I know you’re feeling a bit upset, but you can’t just accuse me like this!” David looked at me with disgust and scolded: “Arya, how can you be so jealous! You lost your chance to compete because of your injury, and you still have the nerve to blame others? Even as your boyfriend, I have to say—even if you had competed, Emilia would have left you far behind!” The crowd echoed his sentiments, accusing me of being malicious and envious, while viewers in the livestream also criticized me. The cyberbullying I had experienced in my previous life seemed to be repeating itself. My breathing became rapid, and my whole body trembled. Emilia flashed me a malicious smile and walked away smugly with her bag. I stared intently at her retreating figure, because she didn’t know that I had already planted a hidden camera in her bag. I refused to believe I couldn’t uncover the truth this time!
Next, Emilia effortlessly claimed victory after victory just like in my previous life, winning the adoration of countless devoted fans. Meanwhile, I still couldn’t find any clues in the videos and continued to suffer from her steroid abuse, landing in the hospital where doctors diagnosed me with organ failure symptoms. If this continued, my condition would only worsen, and I wouldn’t be far from death. Soon, another important competition of Emilia’s arrived. When I spotted her secretly bringing a vial into the stadium through the video, my eyes lit up immediately. Despite my weakened state, I contacted the media and event staff right away. Just as Emilia was about to inject the substance in the video, I burst through the door with a group of people. Unable to contain my excitement, I shouted, “Emilia, what are you injecting? Don’t you know steroids are banned substances explicitly prohibited in competitions!” Camera flashes flickered rapidly as reporters swarmed forward with their microphones. Officials also approached Emilia with serious expressions, demanding she hand over the syringe. I breathed a slight sigh of relief. Though the truth hadn’t come to light yet, at least I could get Emilia temporarily suspended, buying myself more time. However, what I never expected was that Emilia didn’t panic at all. Instead, she looked at me helplessly: “Arya, I never imagined you’d hate me to this extent, even bringing all these people here!” My heart sank as an ominous feeling washed over me. The next second, Emilia calmly handed over the syringe: “This isn’t the steroid you’re imagining—it’s just ordinary glucose.” The officials examined the syringe and confirmed: “That’s right, it’s indeed glucose.” I froze on the spot, my ears ringing as I struggled to accept this reality. Emilia smiled bitterly at the reporters: “I never thought that winning just a few championships would make someone target me like this. Maybe I shouldn’t have won those titles at all.” David rushed out from the crowd to protect Emilia, kicking me hard with disgust written all over his face: “You bitch! Are you never going to stop? How can you be so vicious?” Emilia’s fans also surged forward angrily, pulling my hair and beating me on the ground, venting their rage for their beloved goddess. I was hospitalized. The steroid aftereffects combined with my physical injuries left me curled up in agony on the hospital bed, struggling to breathe with blurred consciousness. Meanwhile, the TV was broadcasting Emilia’s latest championship victory, the glaring light making my eyes ache! After the competition, Emilia came to visit me wearing her gold medal, putting on a fake show of concern. I endured the pain and questioned her: “Emilia, what method did you use? Why did you transfer all the steroid side effects to me!” Before she could respond, David frowned and snapped: “Arya, you can’t find evidence to frame Emilia so now you’re spouting nonsense? Transferring side effects? I think you got your brain damaged from the beating! If you dare talk nonsense again, don’t blame me for being ruthless!” Emilia pretended to mediate: “David, don’t get angry. These little girls are just prone to jealousy and overthinking. That’s why I don’t like dealing with girls.” David looked at me with disgust: “Arya, I came here today to break up with you. I’m warning you—if you dare trouble Emilia again, I won’t let you off!” Shortly after they left, I saw photos of myself on Emilia’s account—bruised, battered, and emaciated. Not only that, but the post also included my medical examination report. After seeing those detailed test results, netizens began discussing heatedly!
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