My boyfriend, Sam Gibson, had a childhood best friend named Tina Lincoln. She was a star medical student.

On the day Sam and I were supposed to get our marriage license, Tina took one look at the tight top I was wearing and flat-out claimed I had been sleeping around for years.

She pointed at my chest with obvious disgust. “If men hadn’t been all over you, there’s no way your breasts would be this big.”

Sam believed her completely. He started cursing at me, calling me a slut who had sleep with anyone, and refused to go through with the marriage license.

I tried over and over to explain, but Tina just sneered at me.

“People may be more open-minded these days, but that doesn’t mean you can sell your body and make your chest that big.”

She used me as some kind of “example,” started a livestream to lecture people online, and exposed all my personal information.

After that, strangers kept sending me disgusting, harassing messages, asking how much I charged for a night.

Some even followed me and tried to force themselves on me.

I begged her to clear things up for me, but she just shrugged and said, “If you never did that kind of thing, why would people be asking you?”

In the end, I was assaulted and killed.

And she went on to become a nationally famous influencer doctor, gaining fame and money at the same time.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was supposed to get my marriage license with Sam.

“Sam, I had no idea you were so into fondling boobs. Just look at what you’ve done to Xena.”

Hearing Tina Lincoln joke with Sam Gibson in that half-teasing tone, I dug my nails into my palms until tiny beads of blood rose to the surface.

In my last life, I had deliberately worn a fitted top because I wanted to look my best in the photo we were taking at the courthouse and have no regrets.

Instead, Tina not only hinted that Sam was being cheated on and tried to talk him out of marrying me, she also loudly declared that I must have been sexually active for years.

Flustered, I tried to explain in a low voice that I was naturally built this way, but Tina dismissed me like I was completely ridiculous.

She pointed at my chest and said with complete certainty, “If men hadn’t been all over you, there’s no way they’d be this big.”

She even puffed out her own chest a little and smugly acted like her figure was what “clean” was supposed to look like.

Sam believed every word she said. He not only called me a slut who had sleep with anyone, he kept shaming me and refused to go through with the marriage license.

“No wonder I always thought your chest looked way too big. So you really have been with a lot of men.”

I tried everything I could to explain, but Tina only got more sarcastic.

“People may be more open-minded these days, Xena, but that doesn’t mean you can sell your body and let men mess you up like this.”

She even used me as an example and started livestreaming, lecturing people online about what kind of woman counted as “clean.”

She posted my private photos online for strangers to gawk at, and she exposed all of my personal information along with them.

After that, I started getting harassing texts asking how much I charged for a night. Some men even sent photos of their private parts and asked whether they were big enough.

When I walked down the street, men followed me and tried to force themselves on me.

I fought back as hard as I could, but they slapped me across the face again and again, cursing me out and saying that if I was already a whore, I shouldn’t pretend to be pure.

I was driven into a corner with nowhere left to turn, so I begged Tina to tell the truth and clear my name.

She just said indifferently, “If you never did that kind of thing, why would people be asking you about it?”

Later, I was raped and left dead on the side of the road, with no one even bothering to claim my body.

Meanwhile, Tina became a nationally famous influencer doctor. She got everything she wanted: fame, money, Sam, and a picture-perfect family with both a son and a daughter.

“Xena Spencer, you slut! How desperate are you? Running around all day letting men feel you up, and now look at what you’ve done to yourself!”

The burning sting on my face snapped me back to the present. I looked up at Sam’s furious face as he screamed abuse at me.

Tina only poured fuel on the fire, telling me to hurry up and confess.

“Xena, I’ve seen plenty of women like you. I’m sure a lot of men have ‘massaged’ your chest before, so stop pretending to be innocent and just admit it.”

When I still didn’t argue back, Sam’s expression turned even darker. He lashed out and kicked me hard behind the knee.

He kept cursing at me, saying he must have been blind to ever treat a woman like me as something precious.

The kick forced me down to my knees with a thud. My forehead slammed hard against the metal bench, splitting the skin open.

Tina even had the nerve to remind him to get checked at the hospital, just in case he had caught some kind of disease from me.

Pressing a hand over the blood on my forehead, I slowly got back to my feet and quietly asked Tina how exactly she had come to that conclusion.

Tina folded her arms, looking irritated and defensive, as though my question had somehow challenged her professional authority.

“No normal woman is built like that. And you expect me to believe no man had anything to do with it? Yeah, right.”

At her words, everyone in the courthouse turned to stare at us.

They looked at me with open disgust. I could hear people whispering that I was a disgrace to women.

I let out a quiet laugh and pretended not to hear them. Then I looked at Tina, my face unreadable.

“You’re supposed to be a top medical student. Don’t tell me you don’t know some women are naturally big-breasted.”

I paused. As Tina’s face turned pale, my smile only deepened.

“Or do you know, and you’re just trying to smear me?”

The second I said that, Tina froze.

Sam immediately pulled her behind him and frowned. “Tina’s not the kind of woman who would make something like that up. Xena, can you be reasonable for once?”

I was so angry I almost laughed. But underneath the anger was an even deeper sadness.

Sam and I had been together for over a decade. We had been a couple since middle school. If I were involved with someone else, wouldn’t he be the first to know?

Besides, this wasn’t the first time Tina had slandered me. If I bought a coffee, she would tell everyone I was “accepting gifts” from other men and two-timing him. If I had dinner with my best friend, she would claim it was just a cover for a secret date.

Every time, Sam said she was just being childish and told me not to take it to heart. He even promised to set her straight, but she never changed. If anything, she only got worse.

I looked at Tina, who had already gone back to acting smug now that she was hiding behind Sam. I let out a cold laugh.

“You want evidence? Fine. Tina, did you actually see me in bed with someone? Did you see any man touch me? If you don’t have proof, then shut your mouth and stop making things up.”

Tina stared at me in disbelief. She stumbled back two steps, then threw herself into Sam’s arms and burst into tears.

He comforted her softly, but when he looked at me, his eyes were full of disgust.

Turning around, Tina let tears stream down her face. “Xena, I wanted to keep this secret for you. But how can you still refuse to admit what you’ve done?”

She wiped away her tears, then looked at Sam and said in a firm voice, “I honestly thought Xena would change, which is why I never told you before. Every time she said she was going on a business trip, she was actually checking into hotels with different men. I have all the receipts.”

The next second, Tina pulled a thick stack of receipts out of her purse and handed them to him.

Every single one of them had my name on it.

I froze in shock. I hadn’t stayed at a hotel in ages, so where had Tina gotten those receipts?

Sam flipped through them one by one, his expression growing darker with every page.

Then, without warning, he flung the whole stack at my face and demanded to know how many times I had cheated on him.

I bent down, picked up a few of the receipts, and looked them over carefully. The dates and hotel names were all there in black and white. Each one even listed how many condoms had been used.

A sick feeling rose in me. Had someone been using my identity to rent hotel rooms?

Forcing myself to stay calm, I flatly denied that the receipts were real.

I said immediately that someone had to be impersonating me, and I demanded that we call the police and get it investigated.

But Sam refused to believe a word I said. Instead, he pointed at my chest and sneered that the evidence was already right in front of him, so what else was there to explain?

His voice was full of contempt. “If you hadn’t been messing around with other men, would they be hanging like that? Like a damn cow’s?”

The second I heard that word, my whole body went rigid. All the awful memories from middle school came rushing back.

Because I had developed earlier than the other girls, the boys at school used to mock me with that exact nickname.

Back then, Sam had even gotten into fights with them over it. He wouldn’t let anyone laugh at me.

But now, when he said it, he sounded no different from those boys back then, full of the same contempt and disdain.

Everyone there followed the direction of his finger and looked at my chest. Voices of envy and disgust rose one after another around the room.

A few women in the crowd who had bodies like mine immediately drew suspicious looks from their own boyfriends, who lowered their voices and asked if they had slept with other men too.

Instead of realizing their boyfriends were in the wrong, or questioning anything Tina was saying, they joined the crowd in blaming me.

They acted as if my supposedly messy private life was the reason they were being dragged into it.

And Tina chose that exact moment to start spouting fake “medical facts,” trying to pin the label of promiscuous on me for good.

She didn’t care in the least whether women built like me would be rejected by their boyfriends or disgust everyone around them.

She even used herself as an example, telling the men there that the smaller a woman’s chest was, the “cleaner” she was.