On the eve of the SAT exam, I caught a flu and became feverish, and developed a throat infection. My boyfriend's childhood friend, Wendy Cooper, accompanied me to the hospital so that I could receive an IV treatment there.

I specifically told Wendy to let the doctor know that I was allergic to penicillin. Once my IV drip was ready, I raised my head to see the word "penicillin" labeled on the medicinal drip bag.

Enraged, I summoned a doctor to remove the needle from my arm. At the same time, I demanded angrily, "I'm allergic to penicillin, so why did you still prescribe it to me?"

The doctor frowned deeply at Wendy immediately.

"Miss, your friend was the one who told us to prescribe you penicillin. She claims that you'll be able to make a quick recovery and that you'll be able to attend the exam without a hitch tomorrow."

Wendy looked at me in an aggrieved manner.

"I'm so sorry, Yvonne. I just wanted you to get well as soon as possible so that your performance on the exam won't get affected at all. This is all my fault. I'm so stupid that I can't even do one little thing right…"

I let out a sigh before telling Wendy to be more careful next time.

In order to show how apologetic she was, Wendy offered to pack up the stuff I needed for the SAT exam.

In the middle of the exam, when I was filling in the answer sheet, a balled-up note suddenly rolled out of my pencil case.

Someone reported me for cheating on the spot. When the invigilator unwrapped the note, he found out that it was completely filled with answers.

I was labeled as a cheater on the spot and got kicked out of the exam venue. Because of the severity of this issue, I'd be facing jail time.

I turned to glare at Wendy furiously and demanded why she wanted to harm me. But Wendy just rushed into my boyfriend, Christian Shepherd's arms while crying at the top of her lungs.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Yvonne!"

Even Christian gave his testimony that I was the one who had prepared the note in an attempt to cheat on the exam.

When I tried to drag Wendy over to the police station to have her penmanship tested, she pushed me down the stairs, resulting in my death.

When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day before the SAT exam starts.

It was then that the nurse said, "I'll be setting up your IV drip now, Yvonne. You'll need to stick to a bland diet—nothing cold or spicy—for two days. You'll also have to take your prescribed medication on time."

I shuddered as I heard the familiar words. I rose to my feet, looked at the clock on the hospital wall, and realized instantly that I had been reborn.

I suddenly felt someone pressing down on my shoulder, saying, "What's the matter with you, Yvonne? You should sit down and get your IV started. You'll be able to rest sooner if we finish this faster. You've got the SAT tomorrow, after all."

I immediately shoved Wendy Cooper aside as I recalled the suffering of my past life.

Wendy looked at me with grievance written all over her face. "What was that about, Yvonne? How could you treat me in such a manner when I came to the hospital with you out of concern? I'm so heartbroken, Yvonne."

In my past life, Wendy played the part of the clumsy, helpless damsel, expecting everyone to coddle her. I went out of my way to look after her for the sake of my boyfriend, Christian Shepherd.

I actually felt touched that she came along when I went to the hospital for an IV drip due to a cold and an inflamed throat, thinking that despite her affectations, she was fundamentally kind.

I had made a point of telling Wendy about my penicillin allergy so she could inform the doctor, but once the drip started, I noticed the word "penicillin" printed on the IV bag.

I panicked, ripped the needle from my arm, and shouted for the doctor. I then demanded an explanation. "How could you put me on this IV drip when I specifically told you that I'm allergic to penicillin?"

It was then that the doctor quickly explained, "Your friend was the one who insisted on using penicillin, saying that it would make you recover faster and wouldn't interfere with your exam tomorrow."

I didn't even have time to get mad before Wendy started weeping. "I'm so sorry, Yvonne. It's my fault for being so foolish. I only wanted you to get well sooner. I didn't realize I was actually doing something wrong. You can just go ahead and yell at me, Yvonne."

I merely told her to be more careful moving forward, giving her a pass because of Christian.

I finally came to realized that Wendy had done it on purpose as I recalled my past life. I clenched my fists as I looked at the nurse, who was about to start the IV, and said, "I'm allergic to penicillin."

In that instant, the nurse's expression shifted instantly, her gaze turning to Wendy and her tone sharpening with tension while questioning. "Your friend has a penicillin allergy? You were insisting on administering penicillin to your friend! Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?"

Wendy's eyes were brimming with tears as she tugged on my sleeve aggrievedly. "Did I do something wrong, Yvonne? Why are you being so mean to me? I was just trying to help you get well in time for tomorrow's SAT…"

I would have certainly consoled her in the past, but in this life, I merely retorted coldly, "Do you really think you're a child, or do you just have trouble following simple instructions, Wendy?

"I told you repeatedly about my penicillin allergy, yet you still told the medical staff to administer it to me. Do you actually want me dead, Wendy?"

Wendy cried as she asked, "Why are you being so mean to me, Yvonne? I was only trying to help you."

It was then that Christian, my boyfriend, walked in. He looked at the crying Wendy with pure distress before turning to me, his voice laced with annoyance. "What is it this time, Yvonne? You've frightened Wendy into tears!"

I shook with fury and slapped Christian hard across the face. "You should stop making a fool of yourself if you can't use that brain of yours! Wendy attempted to murder me, and yet she's the one sobbing before I've even contacted the police! Is that how the world works now—whoever cries the loudest is the victim?"

Christian's expression froze for a moment, managing a strained smile after hearing the nurse's explanation.

"I've misunderstood you, Yvonne. You know how Wendy is like a sister to me. She's as innocent as a child and easily intimidated. That's the only reason why I assumed you were being mean to her after seeing her cry, Yvonne."

He then grabbed my hand and continued, "That's enough fussing, Yvonne. Wendy came here with good intentions to look after you, so you should make amends with her after upsetting her. She's been wanting that new Chanel handbag lately, so she'll forgive you if you get it for her, Yvonne."

I stared in shock, my eyes widening. I had done nothing and was already being blamed for bullying Wendy, who had nearly cost me my life, and on top of that, I was expected to buy her a handbag to appease her. I had never seen anyone so shameless before.

Wendy nodded and fixed me with a deliberately naive look. "You were the one who yelled at me and hurt my feelings, but I'm still willing to forgive you if you buy me that Chanel handbag, Yvonne."

Christian nudged me lightly before I could even respond. "Wendy is being so understanding, so you should just hurry up and agree to it, Yvonne."

I felt a dull ache in my chest from the sheer anger.

"You've got to be kidding me! Wendy almost killed me by telling the medical staff to use a drug I'm allergic to! That's attempted murder! I haven't even pressed charges, yet you still want me to buy her a handbag to get back in her good graces! You both have a lot of nerve!"

Christian's expression immediately soured after hearing that.

"Wendy went out of her way to be here at the hospital for you, Yvonne! Instead of thanking her, you pick on her just because you know she won't fight back? And now you refuse to even get her the handbag to make up for it? You're being incredibly selfish, Yvonne!"

I took out my phone and called the emergency line. "If you're so sure I bullied Wendy, let's have the police handle this. I'd like to see which one carries a heavier sentence—Wendy for trying to kill me, or me for yelling at her.

"I guess none of us will be making it to the exams tomorrow. I don't really care, though, since my family is wealthy enough to send me abroad to study regardless. You two, however, will be stuck waiting for another year for the SAT."

Christian, intimidated by my threat, instantly grabbed Wendy, saying, "Let's get out of here, Wendy. There's no point wasting our time on someone this ungrateful."

I sat down and asked the nurse to swap out the IV drip once Christian and Wendy left. I was aware that calling the police wouldn't really work, but I did it just to rattle Christian, who was incredibly anxious about the SAT and couldn't risk even the slightest mishap.

I returned to the dormitory that evening and immediately packed my exam essentials into my bag before locking it inside my cabinet.

In my past life, Wendy used the excuse of compensating me to pack my exam materials. I wasn't feeling well then, and since she seemed well-intentioned, I didn't stop her.

I double-checked everything and went for the SAT after she packed it, but midway through, a crumpled ball of paper fell out of my clear zip-lock exam bag. I was immediately accused of cheating, and when the invigilator opened the crumpled paper ball, it was discovered to be a cheat sheet.

I was convicted of cheating, my exam scores were voided, and I even faced the possibility of imprisonment. I broke down and confronted Wendy, demanding to know why she set me up.

Wendy burst into tears and threw herself into Christian's arms instead, asking, "What are you talking about, Yvonne? I don't know anything about that! You're scaring me!"

Christian, in his role as my boyfriend, stepped forward to testify against me, claiming I had personally prepared the SAT cheat sheet.

I tried to drag Wendy to have the handwriting analyzed, only for her to push me down the stairs, where I fell to my death.

I couldn't help but clench my fists as I recalled the horrible way I had died in my past life.

I took out the exam bag I had personally packed the following day, and after verifying that everything was exactly as it should be, I stowed it in my backpack.

I arrived at the exam site and gathered with the other students in one area. It was ten minutes later when the main doors opened, and the students began entering the exam site in succession.

I had just reached into my backpack for my exam bag when I discovered that it was missing. I immediately panicked as I rummaged through my backpack. I even ran to the bus to look for it, but it was nowhere to be found.

I rushed back and realized that all the students were already in the hall. I got urged by the teacher to head in as well. As distressed as I was, I had no choice but to look at the teacher and tell her that I had lost my exam bag.

Upon hearing that, the teacher furrowed their brow and asked, "How could you not have your materials ready when the SAT is such a major event, Yvonne? I'll have someone print your admission ticket and buy new supplies right now, so go get a temporary ID issued. You might still make it, Yvonne."

I kept nodding while thanking the teacher.

It was then that someone suddenly spoke up. "Is this your exam bag, Yvonne?"

I glanced at it and saw my belongings inside. I nodded and asked, "How did it end up with you?"

Wendy explained with a smile, "I found it on the bus, wedged in a gap beneath your seat. I guess you must have accidentally dropped it, Yvonne."

I didn't believe a word Wendy said. I had my backpack zipped shut the entire time, making it impossible for anything to drop out of it. I had also just checked the bus thoroughly and found nothing, so there was no way the exam bag would end up in Wendy's hands.

I was just about to press her for answers when the teacher suddenly interjected, saying, "You should hurry inside and stop dallying since you've found it; otherwise, you're going to be late, Yvonne."

I was urged into the exam hall, but I couldn't help but feel deeply unsettled as I held onto the exam bag Wendy returned to me. I still couldn't shake off a sense of foreboding, even though I had repeatedly inspected the items in the exam bag.

I immediately got up and ran out of the exam hall the moment the bell signaling the start of the SAT rang, leaving everyone stunned.

It wasn't long before the first exam ended, and students came out of the exam hall one after another. Wendy suddenly turned to me and exclaimed, "You're truly something, Yvonne—to think you'd actually cheat on the SAT!"