My fiancé's childhood sweetheart could eat chili peppers like they were nothing, and she even claimed that they tasted sweet.

The truth was, whenever she ate something spicy, the heat multiplied a hundred times in my stomach and shrank to almost nothing in hers.

That was how she blew up online doing spicy food challenges, pulling in millions of followers in no time.

As for me, I ended up with a wrecked stomach and a face covered in breakouts.

I had no choice but to ask my fiancé for help.

Not only did he refuse, but he also tried to have me committed.

"Who still believes in this kind of nonsense? Either see a therapist or go check yourself into a psych ward!"

Later, she entered a national spicy eating competition. After downing ten pounds of ghost peppers, she walked away just fine.

Meanwhile, I died on the spot from a ruptured stomach.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment Sally Wallaker had just started streaming.

I reached out and snatched the utensil from her hand.

"I'll take this whole bowl of extra-spicy Cajun wings."

Sally Wallaker flinched when she saw me suddenly appear on camera.

"No, Kyla. The sponsor made this extra spicy just for the challenge. You won't be able to handle it."

I didn't let go. I just smiled at her. "What if I can?"

Before I could finish, my wrist was clamped in a crushing grip.

Francis Moss's hand felt like iron, squeezing so hard that it nearly broke me.

But facing the camera, he was still smiling. "Kyla, quit messing around. If you wanna try, I'll bring you some next time. Just don't disrupt Sally's stream today. It'll mess with the numbers."

When he leaned in close, his voice dropped.

"You're always accusing me of something with Sally. You keep pushing like this, even if there's nothing, you're going to make it into something. And that'll be on you."

The disgust in his eyes hit me like a blade.

Sally had been his first love. They had been apart for years.

I used to think once he chose me, he would be all in.

But everything that followed proved otherwise. He kept Sally in his heart while stringing me along, getting me to fund his streaming career.

After I died in my last life, he didn't even wait a week before marrying her.

I had even planned their wedding myself.

This time, no matter what, I wasn't letting that happen again.

I tilted my head slightly, looking up at the camera with wide, innocent eyes.

"Babe, I just want a taste. That's okay, right?"

Sally had that glamorous, seductive look. I was the soft, innocent type. From this angle, it was easy to draw sympathy.

Sure enough, the comments flooded in, telling me to go for it. Some people even started sending me gifts by name.

Watching the viewer count climb, Francis had no choice but to agree.

Still, as he stepped away, he leaned in and warned me not to say anything stupid.

It had been the same in my last life. Sally would eat piles of spicy food on a stream, saying it tasted like candy.

Meanwhile, my stomach felt like it was being torn apart.

When I was rushed to the hospital, the doctor said it was from eating too much spicy food; he even warned me not to push my luck just because I was young.

After that, I never touched anything spicy again.

But every time Sally went live, as soon as she started eating, the pain would hit me out of nowhere. I would pass out and end up in the ER.

Because I was Francis's fiancée, they would call him in every time.

He would have to cut his stream short.

The strange part was that once their stream stopped, my pain would slowly fade.

That was when I realized Sally wasn't actually immune to spice. The heat she ate got transferred to me a hundredfold. What she felt was reduced to almost nothing.

I tried to get Francis to stop her from streaming, but he thought I had lost my mind. He nearly had me locked up, saying I was just jealous.

Then he personally signed her up for the national spicy eating championship.

She ate ten pounds of ghost peppers without a scratch and won first place.

Meanwhile, I died from a ruptured stomach.

So this time, I was taking the first bite.

I needed to know. If I went first, would the pain transfer to her instead?

Before Sally could say another word, I shoved a mouthful of extra-spicy wings into my mouth.

The heat exploded instantly, sharp and suffocating. I frowned without meaning to.

The comments blew up, calling me reckless. People around us started laughing out loud.

"Where did this woman come from? She's asking for it."

"I've been watching Sally since day one. She can handle spice for real. This girl's just embarrassing herself."

"Didn't you hear? She's jealous of her boyfriend streaming with Sally."

"If I were him, I'd have dumped her already. That kind of jealousy is insane."

I ignored all of it, my eyes locked on Sally.

However, she didn't react at all.

Meanwhile, the fire burned from my mouth straight down to my stomach. There was no reduction, no transfer.

Was I really not going to escape dying the same way again?

Sally wasn't about to let me steal the spotlight. She grabbed a huge portion of spicy wings and stuffed it straight into her mouth.

My heart shot up into my throat.

I swallowed hard right along with her.

The next second, she ate the whole thing without even flinching.

"It's definitely hotter than last time, but it's still manageable. Guess the owner held back a little. Come on, let's get the gifts rolling. I'll have them crank up the heat!"

I still remembered when I first met her. She used to say she was allergic to spicy food. Even a little too much heat would make her face flush bright red.

But now? Not a hint of color. It was like she hadn't eaten anything spicy at all.

A bad feeling twisted in my chest.

The chat suddenly exploded.

[Look at that girl. Her whole face is red. She's burning up.]

[Burning or just desperate for attention? This is so gross. Sally's way better.]

On screen, I saw myself. I was flushed red from head to toe.

Breakouts spread across my face in seconds, and a sharp, uncontrollable pain stabbed into my stomach.

It felt like thousands of needles digging deep inside me. I doubled over, cold sweat soaking through my back.

I must've looked completely out of it, because I threw off the rhythm of Francis's stream.

His face darkened as he dragged me aside. "Do you have any idea what tonight is? We've got a deal with the sponsor. If the stream hits ten million viewers for thirty minutes, we get a hundred thousand dollar bonus!"

My whole body trembled from the pain. My nails dug into his arm. "Take me to the hospital. Now."

His gaze swept over me, cold and distant. There wasn't a trace of concern left, just annoyance.

"Kyla, if you keep pulling this jealous act, we're done."

Even as he said it, his eyes stayed fixed on Sally.

He mentioned breaking up as if it meant nothing.

I tried to explain, but another wave of pain crashed over me, worse than before. My vision went black, and I nearly passed out.

Then, something hit me. I turned to look at Sally.

While I had been talking to Francis, she had already finished an entire platter of spicy wings. Now, she was reaching for a second dish, slow-braised barbecue pork ribs, just piled high with an extra coating of spicy dry rub.

"Three carnival gifts, triple spice coming right up..."

I practically crawled over and grabbed her hand to stop her. "Sally, eating this much spice is bad for you. I'll treat you to something else, anything you want."

She looked torn. "Kyla, I already promised my viewers I'd finish all three dishes. Some big spenders just dropped a ton of gifts. I have to."

If I let her keep going, I would end up dead again, just like last time.

Then, I remembered something. I turned and asked the staff for three bottles of liquor.

"How about this?" I said. "You eat the spicy food, I'll drink instead."

She had a severe alcohol allergy. Even a sip could send her into shock.

There was no way she could stay calm seeing me hold those bottles.

However, she only glanced at me before turning back and continuing to eat.

My stomach was already in agony, but I forced myself to down a full glass of hard liquor.

Nothing happened to her. Not even a rash.

Maybe one glass wasn't enough. I grabbed the bottle and drank the whole thing.

Still nothing.

The pain in my stomach grew worse and worse until I couldn't take it anymore. I lunged forward and snatched her utensil away.

"Stop eating..." I begged.

But this time, Sally didn't play nice. She yanked it back, her tone turning sharp.

"Kyla, I know we're close, but this is my job. I hope you respect that. I'm not like you, with someone to support me. I have to work if I want to eat."

Just a few sentences, and she painted me as nothing more than a kept woman living off Francis.

The chat instantly turned on me, telling me to get out.

I tried to say something else, but Francis had already signaled his assistant to drag me away.

The moment we reached the corner, the pain in my stomach ripped through me like it was being torn apart.

My legs gave out, and I hit the floor hard.

Everything went black.

Somewhere far away, I thought I heard a voice message from Sally.

"Don't let her die. If she's gone, how am I supposed to stream? And make sure the visuals look good…"

When I came to, I was back home. I could hear Francis and Sally talking in the living room.

My stomach still ached faintly.

"Francis, Kyla cost me 30% of my revenue tonight. If she shows up and ruins my streams again, I won't go easy on her just because of you! Either you guarantee she stays out of it, or I'm switching agencies."

She was the company's top earner. There was no way Francis would let her walk.

He agreed immediately, saying that from now on, I would be locked inside the house whenever she streamed.

Fear crawled up my spine as I stepped back, accidentally kicking the doorframe.

Francis turned, his eyes cold. "Since you heard all that, remember this…"

I cut him off and rushed at Sally.

"Sally, you can't actually handle spicy food. You're just transferring the heat onto me, amplifying it a hundred times while you barely feel anything! My stomach is about to rupture from all the heat. You have to stop!"

She frowned, looking at me like I had lost it. "Kyla, are you sure you've got that right? You fainted earlier, so we took you to the hospital. The doctor said there's nothing wrong with you. Are you still out of it?"

I shook my head. "That's impossible."

In my last life, every time I collapsed, the doctors said it was from eating too much spicy food. They warned me never to touch it again.

So how could they find nothing now?

Seeing the confusion on my face, Francis threw the medical report at me. "Look for yourself. You're perfectly healthy."

I stared at the results from the endoscopy, completely frozen.

Why was everything different from last time? Unless...

I looked up at Sally and saw a flicker of provocation in her eyes.

She had come back, too.

That meant she knew what I was trying to do and had already taken precautions.

Was I really going to end up like last time, nothing more than a tool for her to make money and marry Francis?

No. I refused.

I turned and ran into the kitchen, grabbing a large bucket of pickled chili peppers.

I needed to prove to Francis that I wasn't lying.

These were insanely hot. No normal person could finish them.

If Sally could, then something was definitely wrong.

Before she could respond, Francis shoved me hard. The bucket burst open against me. Pepper juice splashed straight into my eyes, and they turned bloodshot in an instant.

Even Francis froze for a second before grabbing me. "Are you okay? I didn't mean to…"

He didn't get to finish.

Sally bent down, picked up a pepper from the floor, and popped it into her mouth.

"I'll do it. I'll eat them right now."

Ten minutes later, she had finished the entire bucket without a single reaction.

Meanwhile, I was writhing on the floor in agony. It wasn't just my stomach anymore; it felt like my whole body had been sliced open and soaked in chili peppers.

Francis called an ambulance right away.

But after every test they ran, the doctor's conclusion was nothing like what I expected.