Her Turn to Break the Rules

My fiancé and brother hated me for ten years.

They firmly believed I had bullied their beloved Linda Lowe.

At my engagement party, they exposed my crimes to the world.

"She's nothing but a bully who tormented her classmate!"

In the viral livestream video, Linda smiled through tears:

"I've already forgiven her."

"What's done is done. The past is behind us now"

She became an overnight sensation.

Meanwhile, I was condemned by thousands, attacked with acid by fanatic fans, and in despair, I took us both down together.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my senior year of high school.

Linda was pouring water over her own head while smiling, asking me, "Have you thought about how you'll apologize to me?"

I lost it right there.

Grabbing her by the hair, I dragged her into the bathroom, shoving her head into the toilet.

"Let me show you what real bullying looks like. Since your mouth is so filthy, make sure to wash it clean before you go telling tales."

The final memory of my previous life was the blinding, searing agony of acid burning into my eyes, pushing me to the brink of death.

Through the haze of excruciating pain and blurred vision, I spotted Linda Lowe hiding behind my brother. Gripping a cake knife, I lunged forward and drove it into her chest.

“Let’s go to hell together!”

…

When I opened my eyes again, the unexpectedly vivid scene before me left me stunned for two seconds.

Then I saw Linda, younger and almost unrecognizable, standing a short distance away.

Dressed in a washed-out school uniform, she twisted the faucet open, letting the water cascade over her head.

While drenching herself, she laughed and asked, “Who do you think they’ll believe, me or you?”

That was when it hit me.

So, it was today. The very day the rumors of me bullying her began in my last life.

Seeing me frozen in place, Linda’s smile widened.

“Have you thought about how you'll apologize to me, Miss Wood?”

“Ah—!”

A surge of old grudges and fresh anger roared to life within me.

I rushed over, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her into the bathroom.

Her sudden, shrill screams echoed as I shoved her face into the toilet.

“Pouring a little water on yourself and you think you can frame me? Let me show you what real bullying looks like.”

Linda thrashed like a madwoman, her arms flailing as if powered by engines, but she couldn’t break free from my grip.

Her face was forced into the filthy water, and her muffled voice bubbled up, “Sierra Wood, let me go… gurgle… ugh—”

I threw my head back and laughed.

“Since your mouth is so filthy, make sure to wash it clean before you go telling tales!”

Whether this was some chance to rewrite the past or just a hallucination after death, I didn’t care anymore.

I let go of my sanity completely.

…

In my