After rebirth, I tore apart my best friend who got into trouble by using
my name
Chapter 1
My so–called best friend, the wannabe food
influencer, was demanding the table next to us
be quiet during her restaurant review.
She was throwing around my name like it was
trash.
“Shut your mouths, all of you!” she yelled.
“Especially that kid. Some people just shouldn’t
have kids!”
“I’m Mandy Miller, a freaking content creator
with millions of followers!”
“One livestream of mine makes more than you
guys will earn in a lifetime!”
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“You gonna pay my damages if you mess with
me?”
Last time around, she’d borrowed my account
to try her hand at these restaurant videos.
Just because some family at the next table had
dared to make a little noise, she went off on
them, using my name, of course.
During the fight, she even picked up a pot of
boiling clam chowder and threw it on the little
girl.
The kid ended up with second–degree burns all
over.
My “friend” showed up at the hospital, threw
down a few thousand bucks, and said, “That kid
was ugly anyway. Might as well get a nose job.”
The girl’s parents and relatives were
understandably livid and tracked me down at
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understandably livid and tracked me down at
my office.
“That’s her! That’s Mandy! She’s the one who
scarred my daughter!”
They ended up throwing scalding clam chowder
on me and stabbing me to death.
1
Meanwhile, my so–called bestie inherited my
online accounts and even married my husband.
Turns out, it was all part of their plan.
Now, I’ve woken up back on the day my “friend”
ruined that girl’s life.
Right before I died, I faintly heard Jessica
whispering in my ear.
“Mandy, my dear friend, don’t blame me.”
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“It’s just, why did you have to go and marry
Tom?”
“I love your husband, too, and now he’s all
mine!”
I died in incredible physical pain.
I was so filled with hate.
I treated her like my sister, and she
orchestrated my brutal death in front of
everyone.
Maybe my rage was strong enough because I
got a second chance.
I was reborn on the day the family showed up
looking for me.
Looking around the familiar room, I was filled
with joy.
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It was two in the afternoon, just two hours
before my previous death.
Soon enough, just like before, Jessica called.
“Hey babe, you back home?”
“Just got in.”
I tried to keep the anger out of my voice.
“You gotta come down to the office ASAP. Tom
is being all mysterious, thinks he’s got some big
surprise for you. Won’t tell me what it is. Oh,
wear that dress I picked out for you! Tom loves
you in pink.”
“Sure, I’ll be there in a bit.”
“Hurry!”
I hung up and stared at the pink dress laid out
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Jessica had worn that dress when she caused
all the trouble at the clam bake.
That’s why the family, seeing me in it, assumed
I was the one responsible and didn’t listen to a
word I said.
This time, I wasn’t going to be so stupid.
If she wanted to steal my life and climb to the
top on my dead body, she had another thing
coming.
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Last time, my “best friend,” Jessica, saw how
becoming a content creator had let me buy a
house and start a company, so she decided she
wanted to give it a try.
Being the good friend that I am, I showed her
how to create an account and get views.
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She thought it was too much work and asked if
she could borrow one of my smaller accounts.
Jessica was my best friend, so of course, I
agreed.
I wanted her to succeed, too.
I had no idea she’d use my account and my
name to act like a total maniac.
Just because the family at the next table made
some noise, she stood up and yelled, “You
rednecks need to shut your faces! Especially
that kid! Maybe you should have gotten rid of it
before it was born.”
The parents fired back, “Who are you? This is a
public place, we can talk if we want.”
Jessica held up the account.
“Who am I? Take a look, I’m Mandy Miller, the
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