After Rebirth, I Watched My Best Friend Ruin Herself

Alexander Carter, heir to an old-money dynasty, noticed my best friend Olivia Bennett.

He wanted to financially support her.

I saw the text message he sent her.

But this time, I didn't delete it.

In my previous life, I had interfered.

I thought I was protecting her.

I was wrong.

Now I watched as Olivia slowly walked toward her own destruction.

"You ruined my life, Emily Lawson!"

On the rooftop, Olivia screamed at me.

Her eyes burned with hatred.

Down below, Alexander Carter was marrying his Cinderella.

The wedding was extravagant.

It was all over social media.

"You took everything from me!" she cried.

Then she pushed me.

I fell from the tall building.

As I plummeted, I remembered everything.

In my first life, I had seen Alexander's text.

He offered Olivia a contract.

Monthly allowance: one hundred thousand dollars.

A luxurious apartment.

All expenses paid.

In exchange, she would be at his beck and call.

She couldn't interfere with his life.

She couldn't fall in love with him.

Only he could end the relationship.

I thought I was protecting her.

We had worked so hard.

We came from nothing.

Olivia had just landed her dream teaching job.

She was engaged to Daniel Hernandez.

He had a stable government position.

They were planning their wedding.

I thought I was saving her from becoming a rich man's toy.

So I deleted the message.

I never told her.

Three years later, their marriage was struggling.

Olivia couldn't get pregnant.

She spent her days at fertility clinics.

That's where she saw Alexander.

He was there with his girlfriend.

She was pregnant.

He recognized Olivia.

"Is this the life you chose?" he mocked.

Somehow, she found out about the deleted message.

She stormed into my laboratory.

She destroyed my research.

She screamed at me in front of everyone.

"You stole my destiny!" she accused.

I tried to reason with her.

"You were about to marry Daniel!"

"Your life was perfect!"

But she wouldn't listen.

"His girlfriend isn't even pretty!" she cried.

"Why does she get to be rich?"

"Why not me?"

I explained about different social classes.

I told her Alexander was just playing games.

But she didn't care.

From that day, she blamed me for everything.

Whenever her life went wrong, she attacked me.

She sent me vicious texts late at night.

She showed up at my workplace.

My childhood best friend had become my tormentor.

I apologized repeatedly.

I thought it was my fault.

I endured her abuse.