It appeared that I got tricked into coming home under the pretense of a family dinner, only to be beaten to death by my adoptive parents in my past life.
Before I died, their twisted faces loomed over me.
“We only raised you for Stacy. Now that she’s gone, what reason do you have to live?”
A baseball bat struck my head.
Warm blood streamed down, blurring my vision.
…
I suddenly opened my eyes in the darkness.
The sharp clarity of my surroundings stunned me for a moment.
Bright sunlight filled the familiar room.
My adoptive mother and younger sister sat right in front of me.
Then, my mother’s anxious voice rang out.
“Stacy, what’s going on? Your teacher called, saying you applied to transfer classes, and not just any class, but the worst-performing one in the entire grade?”
Across from me, Stacy Lowe lifted her head slightly, hesitating.
“Transfer… classes?”
She blinked, as if finally processing what was happening.
Her gaze flickered around the room before she raised a hand and pointed at me.
“Mom, the teacher must have misunderstood. I was saying my sister should transfer, not me.
“There are so many failing students in Class Thirteen, and since my sister has always been kind and helpful, I’m sure she’d be more than happy to lend them a hand.”
In our past life, Stacy had fallen for Nicholas Scott at first sight.
Barely two months into the school year, she cried and begged to transfer into his class—Class Thirteen, the lowest-ranked class in the entire grade.
Our mother had always indulged her, so she gave in and approved the request.
Stacy then spent the next seven years entangled with Nicholas.
In the end, she even lost her life for him—drunk driving in the middle of a storm.
In my past life, I had almost no interaction with Nicholas.
Apart from a few brief conversations after graduation, our paths barely crossed.
Yet, Stacy saw me as a thorn in her side.
She stubbornly believed that the reason Nicholas kept breaking up and getting back together with her was because he had feelings for me.
She thought I was his so-called first love.
Now, as I met her gaze, filled with barely concealed malice and resentment, everything became clear.
So, Stacy had also been reborn.
