Chapter 2

The whole school group chat erupted in anger, condemning Linda for being shameless, indecent, and seducing other people’s boyfriends.

Linda, furious, fought back in the chat. She taunted them, claiming their average looks and lackluster figures were to blame.

"If your boyfriends can't keep their eyes off me, that's on you."

Her inflammatory comments were quickly screenshotted and shared on forums and social media. The situation spiraled out of control, gaining massive attention and even trending online.

Public outrage intensified, and Linda became the target of relentless cyberbullying.

At school, female students formed a so-called “anti-scandal squad,” vowing to expose the girl in the photos. Some even threatened to strip her in public as punishment.

Before the anti-scandal squad could act, a group of thugs from outside the campus arrived, demanding the girl in the photos to spend the night with them.

In a panic, Linda realized things were spiraling out of control. Desperate to save herself, she turned on me without hesitation. She accused me of being the girl in the photos and claimed that I was the one who had insulted everyone in the group chat.

Unfortunately, Linda had used my account to post those comments, leaving me unable to defend myself.

As the thugs dragged me away, I desperately pleaded with our other roommate, Layla Quinn, to help.

But Layla sided with Linda, her tone cold and dismissive. “Avis, don’t pin your mess on Linda. Own up to what you’ve done. It’s just having your clothes ripped off. It’s not a big deal. You should take responsibility for your actions.”

With that, I was dragged to a nearby wooded area, where I was brutally assaulted and left to die. The thugs stripped me naked and dumped my lifeless body on the street.

Passersby spat on me, cursing me for being shameless. My corpse was left to decay in the open, forgotten and discarded.

Meanwhile, Linda walked away unscathed. She even posted an “apology” on my behalf, claiming she’d tried to stop me many times, but I refused to change.

The comment section flooded with sympathy for her and condemnation for me. Using the incident to her advantage, Linda skyrocketed to fame as a social media influencer, raking in endorsements and brand deals.

And me? I was left to rot on the streets, my name smeared, my dignity shattered, with no one to mourn me.

Thankfully, as if by divine intervention, I was given a chance to settle the score. This time, I would make Linda and Layla pay for everything they’d done.

“Avis? What are you doing? Hurry up and bring it over!”

Linda’s impatient voice snapped me out of my thoughts. She was growing annoyed at my lack of response.

I smiled faintly, my gaze locking on her. Handing her the bottle of body wash, I said, “Here, take it. Don’t rush. Didn’t you say the longer you shower and sunbathe, the better the results? Take your time and let the sunlight even out your glow.”

Linda grabbed the bottle, instantly appeased, and began lathering herself up. As she spread the soap across her body, she asked, “Avis, do you think I’ve changed lately? Has my skin improved?”

I glanced down at the crowd gathering below.

Morning classes had just ended, and the area was bustling with people.

Feigning sincerity, I nodded and praised her. “Of course! Outdoor showering followed by sunbathing is perfect for detoxing and tightening your skin. You were already gorgeous, but now you’re even more radiant. Your skin looks so smooth and soft.”

The flattery made Linda beam with pride, and she became even more enthusiastic. At first, she’d only been standing under the water, rinsing herself off. Now, she squatted down, spreading her legs to wash her private areas in full view of anyone outside.

I noticed a student in the opposite building lift his phone to start taking pictures.

In my past life, Linda’s photos were leaked with her face blurred, giving her the opportunity to frame me without evidence to clear my name.

This time, I wasn’t going to let that happen.

As Linda stood up, I deliberately called out her name.

“Linda! Do you need a towel?”

Startled, Linda instinctively turned toward me, just as the voyeur snapped a picture that clearly captured her face.

My voice was loud and clear, drawing the attention of the onlookers below. Whispers spread rapidly through the crowd.

“So that exhibitionist is Linda Lowe? She’s so shameless!”

“Right? She doesn’t look like a student at all—more like someone selling herself.”