My best friend suddenly said she wanted to work at my kindergarten, claiming that marrying into a wealthy family meant starting with the children.
When I discovered she planned to push a rich man's four-year-old son into traffic, then save him at the last second to win the man's gratitude, I ordered her to put that idea away and act like a decent person.
Unexpectedly, that very day, the rich man's son, frightened by something, ran across the road and was rescued by a woman.
Two months later, the woman became the child's stepmother.
My best friend was consumed by jealousy and said I had ruined her dream of marrying into a wealthy family.
During the kindergarten's nap time, she locked the classroom from the outside and set it on fire, burning more than a dozen children. She left my fingerprints everywhere to frame me.
An enraged parent doused me with oil and set me alight. I suffered crippling injuries, and after I died despite treatment, my best friend used the will she'd tricked me into signing to inherit everything I owned and get away with it.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my best friend said she wanted to teach at the kindergarten.
