Semua Bab Turning the Tables on Cheaters: Bab 1 - Bab 9

"Hi, Miss. My baby is hungry. Could you please let me cut in line? I heard your barbeque is amazing. I think my baby and I are in for a treat today." The familiar voice reached my ears. Without thinking, I lifted my gaze and found myself looking at a sweet, innocent face. The suffocating feeling of being submerged in icy water still seemed to linger in my nostrils, making me instinctively gasp for air. The cold air, mixed with the scent of barbeque, rushed into my chest. That was when I realized—I had been reborn. I had returned to the day when the young pregnant woman, Zoey Winsor, came to my barbeque restaurant and asked to cut in line. "I'm three months pregnant, and I can't eat anything, but I've been craving your barbeque. Please let me cut in. If something happens to my baby because it's hungry, you wouldn't want to live with that guilt, would you?" Zoey gently rubbed her slightly rounded belly, swallowing saliva as she spoke. The other customers, noticing

The crowd in the restaurant erupted into loud whispers, each person eager to voice their opinion. "She's got all these diseases—just how much has she been messing around?" "No wonder she can't have kids. Looks like she's been used up long ago." The man I had called out earlier stepped forward, puffing out his chest. Without hesitation, he splashed a cup of water right across my face. "With all these diseases, how dare you even show your face here! What if you infect us? How disgusting. I'm embarrassed for you! I feel sorry for your fiancé. He seems like a decent guy, but he ended up with someone like you." Seeing the man's actions, others followed suit, throwing their leftover food at me and shouting for me to get out. In less than two minutes, I was covered in a mess of drinks and food. I turned to look at Laurence, hoping to see some sign of concern or compassion on his face. But all I saw was disgust. His words were cold and cruel. "What are you still doin

I reached into my bag and pulled out another test result. This time, it showed all negative results, but the name on the report was Laurence's.Laurence froze for a moment, then erupted in fury, pointing at me and shouting curses."Dakota, you lived a messy love life and got infected, and now you're trying to curse me!"Seeing the fury in his eyes, I realized something for certain.Laurence still didn't know he was infected.In my past life, when I went to get the test results, the doctor apologized and said there had been a mix-up with the samples. My test and Laurence's had been swapped, and to avoid any further confusion, both of us were asked to retake the tests.I hadn't had the chance to tell Laurence before Zoey falsely accused me and I became the center of a viral scandal.Even when I showed the new test results to prove my innocence, the online community refused to believe me."Dakota, you've really let me down. I regret dating you for five years."Laurence's expressi

After Laurence and Zoey left, I publicly announced that I would be temporarily closing the restaurant for disinfection. The guests, now recalling that Laurence might have STDs, voiced their support, promising to return once the place reopened. I thanked each of them before seeing them off. When the last of them had gone, only Sam and I remained."Ms. Lennings, I'm so sorry. Our mistake has caused you so much trouble," Sam said, his face full of guilt. Looking at his remorseful expression, I couldn't help but feel a wave of confusion. In my past life, I had blamed the hospital for everything. If it hadn't been for the mix-up with the test results, I wouldn't have ended up on such a tragic path. But in my final moments, I realized the truth. Laurence and Zoey had always been the ones scheming against me. They were the ones who had truly hurt me."It's okay," I said, waving it off. "You cleared things up for me earlier. Let's consider it even."Hearing my words, Sam looked even

Standing at my doorstep, Laurence boldly listed off his accusations. "It's all your fault. You ruined our lives—mine and Zoey's," he growled, glaring at me. "You need to make it up to us. If you don't, we won't let you off the hook. You won't be able to live your life in peace."I leaned back, unfazed. "I see. So how can I make it up to you?""Transfer your barbeque shop and house to us, and give us 300 thousand," he demanded, as if he had every right."And if I don't?"Laurence's eyes darkened with malice. "If you don't, don't blame me for making you end up like us. I'm sure you don't want to get infected, right?"Zoey stepped forward, pulling out a small knife. She sliced it across her wrist, and with a bloodied blade in hand, she pointed it at me, her face contorted with fury. "If this knife even touches you, you'll be just like us—infected with HIV," she hissed.I took a couple of steps back, pretending to be terrified, while glancing around, wondering how much longer it