Rebirth:After Being Betrayed by My Best Friend and Husband

Out of nowhere, my bestie, Heather Joshua, splashed scalding coffee all over me.

My new dress was a complete disaster in seconds.

"Oh my god, Olivia, I'm so sorry! That was totally accidental," she exclaimed while frantically grabbing napkins.

She furiously dabbed at the scorching burns on my skin.

The intense pain hit me hard, and that's when it hit me—I was reborn.

In my previous life, I was the outcast, bullied by everyone in class.

Heather was the only one brave enough to hang out with me, despite the social risks.

I went out of my way for her and would have given her the moon if I could.

Yet she repaid me by blinding me with acid.

She took advantage of my blindness to seduce my husband right in front of me and then slept with him, turning my life into a nightmare.

Together, they plotted behind my back, buying up expensive life insurance on me.

My death in a so-called "accident" made them rich—my husband, Zach, and his next wife, Heather.

"Oh no, what am I like? I'm always such a klutz..."

Heather continued with her charade of an apology.

My classmates rallied around her, comforting her.

Seeing I was just standing there, Heather thought I was upset.

A couple of classmates couldn't hide their irritation, muttering under their breath.

"Come on, Olivia, it's just a dress. Why the long face?"

"Heather's just too nice, too soft-hearted..."

They all seemed to be on Heather's side.

The mix of their words and Heather's fake tears was suffocating.

With tears welling up, Heather asked, "What can I do to make it up to you? Want to slap me as payback?"

SMACK!

Out of anger, I slapped Heather hard across the face.

A bright red imprint instantly appeared on her pale cheek, swelling on one side.

She went from furious to pitiful in a flash.

The entire class was in shock.

They stared in silence, too taken aback to say anything.

It wasn't until the teacher walked in that they scattered.

In class, Heather sat in front of me, her shoulders heaving with silent sobs.

The students whispered not so secretly.

"Olivia really is a snake, always so toxic."

"No wonder she's a loner, who'd want to hang with her?"

"Only Heather could put up with someone like that."

...

I just rolled my eyes and paid attention to my lesson.

Acted like I was deaf to their gossip.

Soon, my phone vibrated with a text.

It was from Heather: [Really sorry, Olivia. I didn't realize the dress meant so much to you. I'll skip meeting your boyfriend today.]

Suddenly, I remembered—today was the same day Heather first met Zach in my previous life.

The rage I felt thinking about their past actions choked me.

I couldn't let her miss this chance to confront my cheating ex.

My supposedly loyal friend.

I texted back: [Hey, no worries! I was just upset about looking like a mess in front of my boyfriend. Sorry for snapping at you.]

After a pause, Heather didn't respond, so I added: [And hey, maybe just keep today's drama between us? Don't want my boyfriend to get the wrong idea about me.]

[Of course, girl, we're tight like that. I forgive you,] she finally replied.

Perfect. Hook, line, and sinker.