Reborn to Ruin My Childhood Friend and His Lover

My childhood friend, Liam, was drugged and burning with desire as he dragged the principal’s daughter into the bathroom.

Last time, I rushed in to stop him.

That single decision ruined my life.

By the time the police showed up, my uniform was torn to shreds. Photos of me—disheveled and trapped in that bathroom—spread like wildfire online.

“Look at the honor student. Nothing but a desperate slut.”

My reputation was shattered. Expulsion came next.

Liam married me to save face, but that marriage turned into my own personal hell.

Severe depression ate away at me. My mental health crumbled. Over ten years, I lost eight pregnancies.

People whispered that I was promiscuous—that my body was ruined from too many men.

My parents, desperate to appease my husband, handed over everything. They backed his every move.

His first act after seizing control of my family’s company? He framed my father for financial crimes.

My dad died of a heart attack in prison. My mother, shattered by grief, died in a car accident.

The news broke me completely.

Then my husband of ten years showed up—arm in arm with a transfer student.

“You stupid bitch,” he spat. “If you hadn’t interfered, Isabella and I would’ve been together years ago. Her parents forced her to abort our child.”

I coughed up blood and died with my eyes wide open.

Then I woke up—back to the day it all began.

The school building was nearly empty.

I took a deep breath. The fresh air helped calm the rage and terror still lingering from my death.

Isabella handed Liam a water bottle laced with an aphrodisiac—designed to light a fire in him.

In my past life, I saw her pour in the white powder and called her out right then.

Liam didn’t believe me. He drank it anyway and asked if I was jealous because Isabella was prettier.

This time, I did nothing.

After taking the water, Liam shot me a look.

“You’re not gonna try to control this too, are you?”

“Do whatever you want,” I said, waving a hand.

Isabella never missed a chance to twist the knife. She spoke up right away.

“Evelyn, your obsession with Liam is too much. Can’t he even have friends?”

The few classmates still around glanced at me strangely.

Liam’s face darkened.

“She’s nothing. Just a bookworm,” he muttered.

I gripped my pen. Hatred burned behind my eyes.

“Are you two done? I haven’t said a word since this started,” I shot back.

Liam went quiet. His expression turned to stone.

Isabella kept stirring the pot.

“You didn’t say anything, but you look pissed. I just talked to Liam, and you’re already scowling.”

Liam threw me an annoyed glare.

As if to spite me, he chugged the whole bottle.

Last time, I knocked it out of his hand. He only took a sip—and that sip was enough to make him lose control.

I couldn’t imagine what the whole bottle would do.

A twisted sense of anticipation stirred inside me.

Seeing the empty bottle, Isabella could barely hide her excitement.

She took Liam’s hand. “Liam, walk me home?”

Of course, he agreed.

They left hand in hand.

Ten minutes later, Sophia burst into the classroom, her face flushed.

I was the only one there.

She stammered, struggling to get the words out.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen to Liam and Isabella?” I asked first.

Sophia grabbed my wrist.

“Yes, them… they… they…”

“What happened?” I asked, holding her gaze, pretending I knew nothing.

I used to trust Sophia completely. She was more than our class monitor—she was my desk mate for three years.

I thought we were best friends. I never imagined she’d be the one to destroy me later.

She told everyone I had a crush on Liam—that I was the one who drugged him.

She even started a livestream to condemn me.