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721words2026-01-26 09:11

My roommate, Olivia Harper, was a fake spoiled princess.
She demanded her boyfriend feed her mouth-to-mouth, called him in the middle of the night to comfort her after nightmares and stroked men's egos to perfection.
She played the damsel to get whatever she wanted,convinced no man could resist her delicate charm.

Until sophomore year move-in day,when my brother came to help with my luggage.
Olivia falsely accused him of sexual harassment, calling him a pervert before pushing him down the stairs—leaving him comatose.
He never recovered.
My parents ended up in bankruptcy, buried their son, and withered away in grief.
I dropped out to care for them,but a decade later,I saw Olivia married into wealth.
Guilt over my brother’s death,despair from my parents’passing,and my own ruin drove me to jump from a building.

When I opened my eyes,I was back on that sophomore move-in day.
“Sophie,can your brother help me with my luggage?”
A familiar voice pierced my ears.
I froze,looking up at Olivia Harper’s youthful,innocent face.

Glancing down, I realized I was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans—my body whole and unharmed.
I’d been reborn.
Back to the day of our dorm move-in, standing at the foot of the stairs with my suitcase.
Olivia’s smile was disarming,her harmless look hard to refuse.
In my past life,I’d agreed.
I let my brother lend her a hand.
But when I returned from printing papers,he was sprawled at the bottom of the dorm stairs,bloodied and unconscious.
Olivia’s boyfriend, Ethan Palmer, stood over him, fists clenched, his rage still simmering.
Olivia clung to his chest, sobbing dramatically.
“He scared me so bad!”
“I don't know why he suddenly tried to kiss me!”
“He stole my stockings—what a disgusting pervert!”
In her hand was a pair of stockings like evidence.
My brother was rushed to the hospital, where as the Police took statements, Olivia and Ethan insisted he was a harasser, claiming they'd acted self-defense.
“I thought he was just being nice,helping with my stuff.I invited him up for tea,but he sniffed my stockings…”
“He…pushed me against the wall and kissed me.Thank God Ethan got there in time…”
She broke down,face flushed,sobbing into her hands.
Ethan said he was coming to take her to dinner when he heard her scream and rushed up to stop the assault.
They fought, and in the struggle, my brother "accidentally" fell down the stairs.
Plenty of students witnessed the aftermath, but no one knew the truth. I wasn't there, so the police ruled it a dispute, with my brother primarily at fault.
No matter how I swore he’d never do such things, no one listened.
Ethan’s family paid us compensation as a settlement.
But my brother remained vegetative.
A top student with a guaranteed grad school spot at a prestigious university—his future was erased.
The scandal ruined his name and caused me dropped out.
My parents drained their savings for his care trying to save him. When he died, my parents followed soon after.
With only a high school diploma, I became a shell of myself—just another struggling worker.
The last time I saw Olivia was a decade later at a hotel bar.
I was the catering manager, while she showed up to be a socialite.
Her long,wavy hair framed red lips as she flicked wine on herself.
“Honey, look what she did!”
“Your hotel hires such trash—ruining my new couture!”
Her husband wasn’t Ethan but a hotel empire heir.
Then I was fired, blacklisted from the industry, and left destitute.
As Olivia passed by, she leaned in, sneering, "You had a head start, a good family, but now you're nothing.""
“Your brother—Jason,right?I still see his terrified eyes as he fell.”
I stared at her venomous smile, stunned.
She smirked, "I framed him. So what?"
"How come he didn't want me, rejected my demanding. Ivy League star? Just a pathetic corpse."
"No man refuses me. He dared to ignore my advances—so he paid the price.""
She shoved me down,and I crumpled,reeling.
The truth,unemployment,and isolation overwhelmed me.
Knowing I couldn’t fight her,I climbed to the hotel’s roof,clutching our family photo,and jumped from the 19th floor.
A 5th-floor awning severed my left hand.
One thought burned in my mind—If I had another chance, I’d make sure she suffered tenfold.
Now, reborn, I have that chance.
This time, Olivia would not escape.