My Colleagues Fled While I Burned Alive

CH. 01

Chapter 1

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Before the holiday break, my colleagues swarmed around me, pleading persistently:

"I heard you got a new car. Can you take us to the West Coast for vacation?"

"You're the steadiest driver! We trust you! We definitely won't let you lose out on gas money!"

Soft-hearted as I was, I gave in and drove all nine people in our team on a thousand-mile road trip---for free.

The entire journey was over a thousand miles. I drove nonstop, alone, until my hands were trembling from exhaustion.

Everyone in the car just ate, drank, and had fun. No one ever offered to take over.

On the day of the carnival, a few drunk men rushed over from the roadside,

wrenched open my car door, and dumped two huge buckets of water directly into the driver's seat.

Water flooded into the control panel. The car started billowing white smoke.

Trapped inside, I screamed for help: "Don't leave! Pull me out!"

But my colleagues---who'd been thanking me profusely just moments before---all fled without a shred of mercy.

I spent over forty days in the ICU. My parents sold our house to save me and destroyed their health in the process.

Yet this group of people never came to visit. Instead, they viciously slandered me in the company group chat.

Savannah even sent a voice message:

"I warned him not to drive long distances, but he just had to play the hero and show off!"

My colleagues chimed in one after another:

"He almost got us all killed. So selfish!"

"Who'd dare go anywhere with him again!"

No matter how I tried to explain, no one would listen. The company fired me outright, citing unauthorized organization of activities.

I died filled with resentment.

When I opened my eyes again, I'd returned to one week before the holiday.

Looking at these people surrounding me with fake smiles and flattery, my eyes turned ice-cold.

In this life, I will never be soft-hearted again. For every betrayal and injury, I will repay them double!