My Boyfriend and His First Love Begged Me To Let Him GoChapter 1 Rebirth and Revenge on the Scum

My boyfriend treated me like an enemy, convinced that I had bullied his first love, his "pure white moonlight." Just as I was about to claim the title of Best Actress, he exposed the so-called "truth" of my workplace bullying, pulling me down from the peak of success.

During the live broadcast of the Golden Horse Awards, the delicate flower shed tears with a smile. "It's okay. I've already forgiven her."

Instead of the Best Actress crown, I was handed a Golden Broom, mocked by the entire internet.

Overnight, she rose to fame, while I became nothing more than garbage. In the end, after losing my grandmother, I jumped from a rooftop.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my junior year of college.

That delicate flower slapped herself while grinning at me. "Have you thought of how to explain this to Calvin?"

I smirked, delivering a slap of my own, grabbing her hair, and pinning her against the wall.

"Is a little touch considered bullying? Let me show you what real bullying looks like."

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The heart monitor slowly turned into a flat line. The elderly woman on the bed closed her eyes forever. Tears streamed uncontrollably down my face. I had lost all will to live and jumped from the high-rise building.

...

When I opened my eyes again, the sight of the plain white wall confused me for two seconds.

The scene before me became clearer—there was a woman, much younger, slapping herself in the face.

She held her face in mock pain, her lips curling smugly.

"Victoria Smith, have you thought about how to explain this to Calvin? You're jealous of me because I'm better than you, taking my role and hitting me. Calvin will never truly like you."

The familiar scene flashed through my mind. I immediately understood—I had been reborn, and back to my junior year, the time when Emma Jones and I were both just entering the entertainment industry.

This was also the start of her false accusations of me bullying her at work.

In her twisted narrative, every resource I earned through hard work was something I had stolen from her, and on set, I was supposedly tormenting her.

Recalling this, I swung a heavy slap at her, grabbing her hair and smashing her head against the wall.

"Is a little touch considered bullying? Let me teach you what real bullying looks like."