When my best friend came to visit, we ran into the upstairs neighbors taking their baby for a walk.

Despite my repeated attempts to stop her, she couldn't help but make a rude comment about the baby, suggesting there might be something wrong. This led to a huge scene.

Later, the neighbors' baby was diagnosed with Down syndrome. My best friend disappeared, leaving me to deal with the aftermath.

The neighbors, vindictive and harboring resentment, poisoned my whole family, leading to our deaths.

After my death, I discovered that my best friend had been scheming all along. She live-streamed her fake grief, profiting off our tragedy.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the moment my friend had come to visit…

It was time to fight fire with fire and make sure these people were locked in conflict with each other, unable to harm anyone else.

"Eve, look at that child. He's obviously abnormal. Does his family know about it?" Rachael Johnson, my best friend, whispered, shaking my arm.

...

I paused, taking in the scene before me.

Had I… been reborn?

I looked at Rachael, and a chill ran down my spine.

In my previous life, Rachael had come to visit. While we were out for a walk, she insisted on telling my upstairs neighbors that something seemed wrong with their several-month-old baby and suggested they should have the baby checked, ignoring my warnings.

The neighbors were upset and argued with her.

Later, when the child was diagnosed with Down syndrome, Rachael had already run back home and cut off contact.

The neighbors relentlessly harassed me and my family, insisting that we had cursed her baby.

They eventually poisoned us, resulting in the deaths of my entire family.

The incident became a sensation online. Rachael seized the opportunity to play the victim, live-streaming her sorrow and making a fortune off our misfortune.

Looking at the woman who was supposed to be my close friend, I suppressed my anger.

"Eve, what's wrong? Why are you daydreaming?" Rachael asked, shaking me again as I didn't respond.

...

"Nothing. What did you just say?"

"I said, do you see that child in the woman's arms? Something seems off. Should we tell them to get a check-up?"

Such topics are usually avoided by families with children.

In my previous life, I was afraid that they would hold a grudge against Rachael, so I kept persuading her not to meddle in other people's business. However, she refused to listen, which led to the tragic death of my family.

"Maybe we shouldn't," I replied casually.

...

"Eve, how can you be so heartless? What if something is really wrong with that child? If I tell them to get a check-up, it could be a good deed!"

Rachael immediately criticized me with dissatisfaction.

"Well, go ahead then," I said, knowing she was determined to cause trouble.

...

She probably expected me to dissuade her again, but when I didn't, she took it as a sign that she was right and that I was embarrassed by her words.

...

So she raised her head and walked over.

I quickly wheeled my son into a hidden corner, pretending we didn't know her.

Rachael recklessly rushed to the neighbors and pointed at the child.

Then she said arrogantly, "Is something wrong with your baby? He looks different from other kids. Maybe you should take him to the hospital for a check-up."

The neighbors' expressions changed instantly.

"What's wrong with you? If you're sick, go see a psychiatrist. I think there's something wrong with you. There is something wrong with your whole family! You're crazy."

The mother of the child cursed at Rachael and seemed like she wanted to hit her.

"You're so ungrateful! I'm trying to help you. If something's really wrong with your child, I could be your savior," Rachael retorted.

She was dissatisfied that her good intentions had been met with ingratitude.

Her words inflamed the mother's anger.

She put her child in the stroller and lunged at Rachael.

The two women started pulling each other's hair and tearing at each other's clothes, completely entangled in a vicious fight.

Rachael, having never fought before, was quickly overwhelmed.

After a while, a lot of scratches appeared on her body and face.

Seeing that Rachael was getting beaten badly, I slowly went to find the security guard to break up the fight.

By the time the security guard separated them, Rachael was sitting on the ground, disheveled and humiliated.

The mother continued to curse at her before walking away with her child.

Rachael turned to see me standing nearby my son's stroller.

She angrily stormed over.

"Evelyn, why didn't you help me? You just stood there and watched me get beaten."

That was just how Rachael was—she caused trouble herself and then blamed others for it.

"I didn't, Rachael. My baby was fussing, so I had to move the stroller to calm him down. By the time I looked back, you were already fighting. I was afraid my baby would get scared, so I quickly went to get the security guard," I explained.

"You… but you still shouldn't have just watched me get beaten."

"I didn't, really. My son is here, so I was too scared to step in. I hurried to get help to drive her away. Are you okay? Should we go to the hospital? If you get scars, that wouldn't be good."

Rachael, though still angry, couldn't argue with my logic and hurried off to check her injuries.

Seeing her get a beating lifted my spirits. I took my son for a walk downstairs before heading back up.

After getting home and handing the baby to my mother-in-law, I went upstairs.

I was with Rachael when she fought with the mother. If the mother and her family went to check the surveillance footage, they would find out. I was worried that they might come looking for trouble because of this.

After all, in my previous life, Rachael went home after she made the rude comment about that child. When the neighbors came to me for an explanation, Rachael refused to show up again, which led to the neighbors taking revenge on me.

I knocked on the door of the upstairs neighbors.

The mother opened the door and looked at me with an unfriendly expression.

...

I smiled apologetically and said, "I'm your downstairs neighbor. I saw you having a dispute with a woman in the neighborhood today."

"You know that woman, don't you? I saw you talking together a long time ago," the mother said, glaring at me.

...

As I had expected, she had seen me and Rachael standing together.

I immediately put on a look of grievance.

"To be honest, she's a college classmate of mine, but she has a terrible temper and is very arrogant. She always gives unsolicited advice, and I can't seem to get rid of her. She's also been trying to steal my husband, wanting to ruin my marriage."

The mother remained unruffled.

"Did she say anything inappropriate about your child today? I also have a child, and she often criticizes my baby in front of me. As mothers, we can't stand people speaking ill of our own children. Our babies mean everything to us. But I'm quite timid and haven’t been able to confront her."

As I spoke, my eyes turned red.

Bringing up the kids as a common point of connection was enough to resonate with her.

"She's really gone too far. She's a lunatic. You should cut ties with her and never see her again."

The mother was furious.

"I want to. She knows where I live and always comes to visit my baby, but I know that's just her excuse. She's really trying to get close to my husband. My husband and I are deeply in love; he's never paid her any attention, but she keeps showing up. I saw her having a dispute with you today, so I thought I'd come up to clear up any misunderstandings between us. We're both parents, so I know you can't stand people like her just as much as I do."

The mother replied, "Exactly. It's so annoying. Just trying to take a walk with my child, and she's out looking for trouble. You look like someone who gets bullied easily by her. If she shows up again, just call me, and I'll go give her a beating."

It seemed she was going to hold onto her anger for a while.

As we talked, we united against Rachael.

It wasn't unwarranted to say Rachael was trying to seduce my husband.

In my past life, I was too stupid to see it.

My husband, Aaron Gideon, and I had been together since college, and we deeply loved each other.

Rachael always intruded on our dates under the guise of being my friend.

She often made suggestive comments to Aaron and jokingly pointed out my flaws that Aaron hadn't known about.

I naively thought she was just lonely and wanted to hang out with us.

Now that I thought about it, she was just a scheming, hypocritical bitch.

After talking with the mother, I went back home.

I spent the afternoon playing with my son.

When Aaron came back from work, I couldn't help but hug him and cry with grievances.

...

Aaron hugged me, smiling, and asked, "What's wrong? We've been married for a long time, and you miss me so much after just one day?"

I really did miss him. Thinking about how I foolishly let Rachael cause the deaths of our entire family in the past life made me feel even more aggrieved.

"You're a mother now. How can you still be crying like this?" Aaron asked.

He was always gentle and caring towards me.

My mother-in-law, holding my son, teased, "Mommy and Daddy truly love each other!"

...

My mother-in-law was also very kind, and we had never had a quarrel.

In my past life, I never imagined that my stable and happy life would trigger Rachael's jealousy.

She always tried to make me think poorly of my mother-in-law's words and actions, hoping to create a rift between us.

But I never took it seriously.

When she couldn't interfere with my family relationships, she targeted our neighbors.

She deliberately caused discord and then waited in the background.

Her goal was to ruin my family.

In my previous life when Rachael and the mother had a dispute, I was in a hurry to mediate, trying to calm Rachael and apologize to the mother on her behalf.

In the end, the neighbors held a grudge against me.

Thanks to Rachael escalating the situation this time, I had the chance to reconcile with the upstairs neighbor.