My Best Friend, Who Messed Up Under My Name Chapter 2

In my past life, Ava saw the success I was having as a content creator—the new apartment, the company I started—and 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.