Exposing the Fake Friend Who Framed Me
I am Isabel Rogers, a student at New York University. You'll never get in your whole life!
In my previous life, when I went home during the holidays, I ran into Freya. She said she wanted to see the view outside and swapped seats with me.
The pregnant woman in front of her was snoring loudly, so she used my identity to deliberately humiliate her, which led to an argument and caused her to miscarry accidentally.
Freya sneered on the side, "It's better that your child is gone, saves them from suffering with someone as poor as you!"
Later, the pregnant woman's husband came to the school to confront me. "You're the bitch who caused my wife to miscarry. I'll kill you!"
In the end, he killed me with a knife.
Only then did I realize that Freya had impersonated me and planned all this to take my spot for a fully funded study abroad opportunity.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Freya wanted to switch seats with me.
Before being killed, I saw Freya looking at me with pity and saying, "Isabel, your death is worth it. After all, with you gone, I can get your fully funded study abroad spot. In your next life, don't be this stupid again."
I watched myself bleed to death.
I never thought that my best friend of over twenty years would frame me, all for a chance to study abroad.
When I opened my eyes again, I was surprised to find myself back on the day Freya wanted to switch seats with me.
I glanced at my watch; in half an hour, that pregnant woman would have a miscarriage.
"Isabel, I want to see the view outside. It doesn't matter where you sit. How about we switch?" Freya walked over, smiling at me.
In my previous life, I really didn’t care where I sat, so I agreed to switch seats with her.
I sat in her seat and started sleeping. To sleep well, I even took two melatonin pills and didn’t wake up until the final stop.
But I never expected her to argue with the pregnant woman in my name.
"You sleep like a pig. Even your husband would feel disgusted seeing you!"
"I am Isabel Rogers, a student at New York University. You could never get in your whole life!"
Freya complained about the loud snoring of the pregnant woman in front, Melody Reeds, and kept provoking her with words.
Melody woke up, looking exhausted and annoyed, and snapped back, "Who are you to boss me around? I'm not snoring on purpose. Do you really have to be so petty?"
Freya let out a cold laugh and raised her voice. "This is a public place! Please be mindful and give your baby some proper prenatal education, so they don't end up as uncivilized as you."
"Besides, I am Isabel Rogers, a student at New York University. If you disrupt my rest and affect my studies, can you afford to compensate me?"
Freya repeated my name again, deliberately emphasizing it to leave a stronger impression on Melody.
Melody, already in a bad mood due to her pregnancy, was infuriated by Freya. She stood up and pointed at Freya, yelling, "So what if you got into a good university? Does that give you the right to bully people?"
"Isabel, right? I’ll remember you! I’ll make you pay for this!"
But Freya became even more outrageous, kicking Melody directly in the stomach.
Seeing Melody bleeding, Freya calmly took out two bills from her bag, threw them on the ground, and sneered, "It's better if this child dies, saves them from suffering with someone as poor as you."
After saying that, she picked up her luggage and got off the train early.
After Melody's miscarriage, she was heartbroken and had her husband come to my school to confront me.
Completely unaware, I was stabbed several times by him on the spot and bled to death.
In the end, Freya used my public-funded study abroad spot and successfully changed her fate.
Since I am fortunate to be reborn, I will never let her manipulate me like before.
I gave her a deep look. "No, Freya, my eyes feel strained from reading. I just want to look outside to ease the fatigue."
After speaking, I even rubbed my temples.
Freya wanted to say something, but seeing me close my eyes and lean back in the chair, she finally sighed and returned to her seat.
Seeing her sit down, I let out a long sigh of relief.
This time I didn’t switch seats with her. She won’t cause any more trouble, right?
I kept my eyes fixed on Melody in front.
All the way to the final stop, Melody only got up twice to use the restroom, and nothing unusual happened.
I glanced with satisfaction at the paper I had been writing all the way, then saved it. It seems this time I finally changed my fate.
After arriving at the station, I got up, grabbed my luggage, and stepped off the train.
After a wonderful holiday at home, I pulled my suitcase and got ready to return to school.
Freya cheerfully followed me back to school again.
Unlike the previous life, this time she had a different hairstyle.
I suddenly had a bad feeling.
I couldn't help but ask, "Freya, why did you cut your hair?"
She shrugged. "I like it. The static in winter is too much, so I cut it for a fresher look."
As soon as the words fell, a furious roar suddenly came from the school gate, "Who is Isabel? Get out here!"
The husband of the pregnant woman on the train, Peter Reeds, was shouting curses at the school gate, his fierce gaze scanning the girls passing by.
"Why are you looking for Isabel? We just started school, she hasn't returned yet." A few bold classmates came out to watch.
Peter shouted with red-rimmed eyes, "She deliberately provoked my wife! Caused her to miscarry! I want her life in return!"
"That was our IVF baby! We were always so careful when traveling, but then we ran into that bitch on the train!"
"She hit my wife! My wife held back and didn’t fight back, but when we got to the final stop, we found she was bleeding heavily!"
As he spoke, he suddenly sat on the ground, wiping his tears in sorrow.
"Isabel is the goddess of our school, how could she do such a thing?" Some classmates around looked at Peter in disbelief.
Freya said, "Isabel, look at all those people over there. Let’s go check it out too."
I was about to leave, but she firmly dragged me toward Peter.
Her voice was so loud that it instantly grabbed everyone's attention.
Peter spotted us in the crowd at once, and my heart sank suddenly.
He was coming straight for me.
But this time, I didn’t switch seats with Freya. Why did he still come looking for me?
"Are you Isabel?" Peter glared at Freya aggressively.
"No, not me! She's Isabel!" Freya quickly waved her hands in fear and pushed me in front of Peter.
Peter looked me up and down, then slowly reached into his pocket.
I knew he had a sharp knife in his pocket. In my previous life, I died by his knife.
So, I lunged forward and firmly grabbed his hand.
I said, "I am Isabel! You claim I caused your wife to miscarry, but shouldn't you provide some evidence?"
"As long as you can provide evidence, I'll go to the police station and turn myself in immediately!"
Saying that, I glanced at him.
He sneered, "Evidence? You think I came unprepared?"
Saying that, Peter took out his phone and played a video.
His wife Melody was video calling Peter while she ran to the bathroom to vomit due to morning sickness.
Suddenly, a burst of cursing came from outside, "Are you stalling because the baby died in your belly?"
When she opened the door, the people outside started yelling at Melody for staying in the bathroom too long and delaying others.
Peter got furious upon hearing that and immediately started screen recording, asking Melody to point the phone camera at the woman yelling at her.
I glanced at the beginning and pointed at Freya, saying, "The person in this video isn't me, it's Freya!"
"My hair is short, she's the one with long hair."
Freya said, "Isabel, you did something wrong, and now you want me to take the blame?"
She quickly pulled off her hat, her neat short hair fluttering in the wind.
Peter said, "I don't think you're a good person, trying to frame others. Think carefully about all the awful things she's done before!"
He glanced at Freya's hair, then at me, and continued playing the video.
But the woman in the video was wrapped tightly, her face almost indistinguishable, and her voice was faint and unclear, only barely recognizable as a long-haired woman.
"Who do you think you are? How dare you curse my child?" Melody's hand froze on her belly as she pointed at Freya, trembling with anger.
"I'm a student at New York University, Isabel Rogers! You should feel lucky to even talk to me." Freya smugly shoved her hands into her pockets, her gaze full of provocation.
Melody noted the name, stopped arguing with her, and turned to head to her seat.
Freya, seeing Melody ignore her, angrily slapped her directly.
A deep bloody mark appeared on Melody's face.
Melody was about to fight back when Freya kicked her in the stomach, causing cold sweat to break out on her forehead from the pain.
"You still dare to say it wasn't you? Same hairstyle, same glasses!" Peter stared intently at the screen, then looked at me, his eyes bloodshot.
Freya shot me a disdainful glance. "Isabel, you're usually selfish and mean, complaining to me at home about the pregnant woman in front being annoying and snoring too loudly. I never thought you'd actually beat her to the point of miscarriage!"
"Stop being stubborn! Pay what you owe and apologize!"
Freya gave me a disgusted look.
Peter said, "I don't want money, I want your life!"
His eyes were bloodshot as he pulled a knife from his pocket and lunged at me.
I recalled the video on my phone and raised Freya's hand high.
I quickly said, "It wasn't me who caused your wife to miscarry, it was her! I have evidence! The person in the video wore a ring when they slashed your wife's face."
"Freya is wearing the exact same ring as in the video, and I never wear any jewelry!"
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