My husband and my own uncle hated me to the core.
They claimed I had bullied their little white lotus for years, driving her into the hospital with depression.
Then, on my wedding anniversary, they announced my crimes to the whole world.
"She's a violent, twisted freak!"
In the livestream, the pretty boy wept pitifully:
"I stopped blaming her a long time ago."
"But I hope my experience can help more girls like me, and give them the courage to speak up!"
She became an overnight sensation.
I was treated like a rat in the street, hated by everyone.
When I was stabbed to death on the spot, the little white lotus watched with a smile.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my senior year of high school.
The little white flower was humming as she cut her own hair.
She asked me, "Who do you think they'll believe, you or me?"
I was burning with rage.
I snatched her scissors and cut her hair into a buzz cut. "I don't care who they believe."
"But if you cross me, you're dead!"
