My Best Friend, Who Messed Up Under My Name
In my past life, my friend Ava borrowed my account to try vlogging. When a nearby family was talking, she used my identity to curse them, then threw a pot of boiling soup at their little girl, causing severe burns.
At the hospital, Ava tossed them money, sneering, The kid was plain anywaythink of it as free plastic surgery.
Driven to revenge, the family found me at my company. Thats Mia! She ruined our daughter! They poured boiling soup on me, then stabbed me to death.
As I died, I learned the truth: Ava didnt just take my accountshe married my husband, Rick. It was all their plan.
When I opened my eyes, I was backback to the day Ava destroyed that girls life.
1
As I was dying, I could just make out Ava's whisper, a venomous secret meant only for me. "Mia, my dearest friend, don't you blame me. You're the one who had to marry Rick. I wanted him, too. And now he's all mine."
I died in a storm of agony.
The hatred was a physical thing, a fire in my soul. I had treated her like a sister, and she had orchestrated my public, brutal murder.
Perhaps my rage was so strong it bent reality. Heaven, or whatever's out there, gave me another chance. I was reborn, back in my apartment on the day the family came for their revenge.
The familiar room swam into focus, and a thrilling, electric pulse of a second chance shot through me.
It was 2:00 PM. In my previous life, I had two hours left to live.
Right on schedule, my phone rang. It was Ava. "Hey, sweetie," she chirped. "Are you back in town?"
"Just got home," I said, forcing the rage down, smoothing my voice into a calm river. She couldn't suspect a thing.
"Perfect! You have to get to the office right away. Rick is being all mysterious, planning some kind of surprise for you, and he won't tell me what it is! Oh, and wear that pink dress I picked out for you! You know it's his favorite."
"Okay," I said, my voice sweet as poison. "I'll be there soon."
"Hurry!"
I hung up and stared at the pink dress laid out on my sofa.
The exact dress Ava wore when she assaulted that family at the restaurant.
That's why they didn't listen to my pleas. They saw the dress and saw a monster.
Not this time. This time, I wouldn't be so stupid. If she wanted my life, if she wanted to climb to the top over my dead body, she was about to find out if she had what it takes.
2
In my past life, Ava saw the success I was having as a content creatorthe new apartment, the company I startedand she wanted a piece of it.
Wanting to help, I offered to teach her how to start her own channel, how to build an audience. She whined that it was too much work and asked if she could just borrow one of my smaller, backup accounts.
Ava was my best friend. Of course, I said yes. I genuinely wanted her to succeed.
I never imagined she would use my name, my reputation, to act so monstrously.
All because the family at the next table was talking, she shot up from her seat. "Would you peasants shut your mouths? Especially you, kid. Say one more word, I dare you. Guess you were just raised by wolves."
The father, stunned, fired back. "Who do you think you are? This is a public place. People are allowed to talk."
Ava shoved her phone in his face, my account glowing on the screen. "Who am I? Take a good look. I'm Mia. Twenty million followers. I make more from one livestream than you'll make in your entire miserable life. Can you afford to compensate me for my losses?"
She was wearing heavy cosplay makeup, making it impossible for anyone to tell us apart.
The argument escalated in seconds.
Then, Ava grabbed the bubbling hot pot and threw it.
The scalding broth hit the little girl square on. She suffered second-degree burns. Her medical bills were astronomical, and the family was too busy trying to save her to press charges immediately. They had to start a GoFundMe.
When Ava found out, she hunted them down at the hospital. She had exchanged thousands of dollars for coins and threw handfuls of them at the grieving parents. "Here's a few grand for the medical bills. The kid was ugly anyway. Maybe this is a good chance for some plastic surgery. It's not like me. Being beautiful makes everything so much easier."
After that performance, she just had to wait for me to return from my business trip.
She told me to put on the pink dress, lied about a surprise from Rick at the office, and sent me on my way.
The moment I stepped into my company, full of excitement, the family ambushed me. They ignored my frantic denials, threw boiling broth on me, and stabbed me over and over.
Before I died, my reputation was in ruins. I lost millions of followers overnight. The comments all said the same thing: I deserved it. A monster like me had it coming.
My body lay in the morgue for days, unclaimed.
I was an orphan. The person who set me up was my closest friend. My own husband, Rick, only claimed my body because he was legally obligated to.
Since fate has handed me a chance for revenge, I'm going to take it.
I'd been at a brand partner's headquarters for the past few days negotiating a deal. So, right there in my living room, I fired up a livestream and patched in the brand representative.
Thousands of viewers flooded in. I had already made sure to block Ava from my viewers, then I spent the next hour talking animatedly about my business trip, showing off samples and discussing the new collaboration.
I was establishing my alibi, making it crystal clear to my real fans that I hadn't been anywhere near Riverbend for days.
Then, slowly and deliberately, I called a car to take me to the office.
3
After my impromptu livestream, I arrived at the office building about fifteen minutes later than I did in my past life.
I didn't go up. Instead, I stayed in the lobby, keeping my stream running while I pulled up the office security feed on my phone.
Right on cue, the girl's family stormed in, flanked by several large, intimidating relatives. "Where's Mia?" the father roared. "Get her out here now!"
Ava emerged, feigning curiosity. She had deliberately worn no makeup today. The girl's father grabbed her instantly. "Honey, look! Is this her?"
Ava shrieked, tearing her arm away. "No, no! You've got the wrong person! I'm her friend!" she cried, playing the part of a terrified bystander. "What's this all about? She'll be back any minute. I'm sure we can talk this out!"
By now, employees were creeping out of their offices, drawn by the commotion.
The father's voice was thick with rage. "That bitch! We were just having dinner, talking, and she threw a boiling hot pot on my daughter! Second-degree burns all over her body!"
The mother collapsed to the floor, her body shaking with sobs. "And that's not all! She followed us to the hospital to humiliate us! Just because we're not rich and famous, does that mean she can treat us like dirt?"
Whispers erupted through the office.
"Oh my god, I can't believe Mia would do something like that. She always seems so nice."
"You never know. These influencers are all two-faced, aren't they?"
I had anticipated this. Id also arranged for the brand manager to meet me here to "finalize our contract." The moment he arrived, we'd go up together.
On the security feed, Ava was the picture of compassion, helping the weeping mother to her feet. "This is horrible. How is your little girl? Do you need money? We can help. Mia has gone too far this time. I promise, when she gets here, I'll make her apologize."
My phone started ringing. It was Ava. After letting it ring a dozen times, I finally answered. "Mia, honey, you need to get here now! Something terrible has happened at the office!"
"What? What's wrong?" I injected panic into my voice. "I'm just downstairs! I'm on my way up!" I hung up abruptly.
Just then, the brand manager, Mr. Evans, arrived. We headed up together.
The second I stepped out of the elevator, Ava rushed me. "Mia! What have you done? This is unforgivable! I just heard you scalded a little girl at a restaurant a few days ago?"
The girl's father heard my name and lunged, his face a mask of fury. "There you are! I've finally got you, you bitch! Today, we'll see who deserves to die!"
He pulled out a knife. I dodged back as Mr. Evans, the brand manager, tackled him. "Sir! Calm down! Please!"
Turns out, hiring an ex-military guy for brand management was a smart move.
I put on my most innocent, confused face. "A few days ago? What little girl? I've been with Mr. Evans at his company's headquarters on a business trip. I haven't even been to a restaurant here. Sir, you must have the wrong person!"
He spat on the floor. "Don't play dumb with me now! You were the one in the restaurant shouting about being Mia, the famous streamer with twenty million followers, how crushing us would be like stepping on an ant! The whole staff heard you!"
Mr. Evans stepped forward, his voice firm. "That's impossible. Mia has been with our team at our facility for the last three days. She hasn't been back in Riverbend. There's no way she could have been at that restaurant."
4
My phone was still streaming live. "Sir, if you don't believe me, just ask my viewers. They've been watching my collaboration streams all week. They know my entire itinerary."
The father held up his own phone, displaying a chat history. "The account that sent us these messages is named 'Mia'! Are you still going to deny it?"
I took the phone. It was Ava, using my backup account to message them.
The messages made my blood boil.
[You peasants. So what if your daughter dies? I'm not apologizing.]
[Go ahead, expose me. It won't work. All I have to do is cry on camera, and my fans will forgive me for anything. Besides, my PR team doesn't work for free!]
[Bring it on. Come find me at my company!]
Reading them, my own employees started shouting.
"You're a monster! You know what they say, what goes around, comes around!"
"No wonder they came here with a knife! If someone did that to my kid, I'd kill them too!"
"Who would want to work for a company like this? You could get caught in the crossfire and end up dead!"
I turned to Ava, my eyes wide with feigned confusion. "Ava isn't this the account you borrowed from me a few days ago?"
Panic flashed across her face. This was not how she had planned this. I wasn't supposed to be anything but a corpse by now.
"I I didn't! Mia, I know you're scared right now, but you can't just blame this on me!"
"What's going on here?" My husband, Rick, finally emerged from his office.
Ava ran to him, clutching his arm pitifully. "Rick, Mia did something terrible, something unforgivable. She threw hot pot broth on a little girl and now now she's trying to say it was me using her account."
Rick sighed, a picture of disappointment. "Honey, how could you? Why don't you go to your office? I'll handle this."
I'll handle this. So certain it was me. So, Rick, you were in on it too.
No wonder he was so reluctant to claim my body after I died.
Thank God I kept my plan to myself this time. Seeing him and Ava acting so familiar, they must have been sleeping together for a long time.
The girl's father signaled to his relatives, who brought in a steaming pot of broth. "Your husband says it was you. Are you still going to lie?"
"Today, you're going to feel the same pain my daughter felt!"
I grabbed the man's arm, pleading desperately. "Sir, please, it really wasn't me! I have witnesses, I have proof! Please, just just try a video call to the account that messaged you! You'll see who it is! You'll know it's not me!"
The mothers voice was ice. "You were wearing this same outfit that day. Don't even try. You're just trying to escape responsibility!"
The office erupted again.
"Wow, Mia is ruthless. Ava is supposed to be her best friend, and she's throwing her under the bus to save herself."
"I heard she stole Rick from Ava in the first place. She's just a terrible person."
"And to think, she has twenty million fans completely fooled."
"She was the one who taunted the family, told them to come to the office! Now look at her, trying to find someone else to blame!"
Hearing this, the fathers rage reignited. "Throw it!"
As the pot tilted towards me, I screamed, "If you get the wrong person, you'll never get justice for your daughter!"
Mr. Evans stepped in again. "Sir, please, just make the call. It will only take a second. Mia has truly been with us the entire time."
The father hesitated, then, half-convinced, he pulled out his phone and hit the video call button.
Ava's face went pale. She tried to object, but it was too late. A phone started ringing.
From her pocket.
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