My Best Friend, Who Messed Up Under My Name Chapter 1

My best friend, a food vlogger, was livestreaming when she turned on the family at the next table, using my name. “Shut up, especially that kid. Some people shouldn’t be parents.” She boasted, “I’m Mia, with 20 million followers. I earn more in a stream than you’ll ever see!”

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 anyway—think of it as free plastic surgery.”

Driven to revenge, the family found me at my company. “That’s Mia! She ruined our daughter!” They poured boiling soup on me, then stabbed me to death.

As I died, I learned the truth: Ava didn’t just take my account—she married my husband, Rick. It was all their plan.

When I opened my eyes, I was back—back to the day Ava destroyed that girl’s life.

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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.