Chapter 2

Hearing this, Chloe’s face instantly hardened.

"Mila! How can you be so heartless? How can you say something like that?"

I sneered.

"I just did. What are you going to do about it?"

I’ve already died once because of you. Do you really think I’m stupid enough to fall for your trap again?

"Mila, Tyler and I are just from ordinary families. This baby was an accident. We're in college; we can't afford to raise a child!"

Chloe’s tears flowed again, her voice dripping with dramatic sorrow.

"I'm not asking you for money. I'm not asking you to take care of me. I'm just asking you to walk into a clinic with me. I can't believe you'd deny me such a simple request!"

I was amazed by her audacity.

Seriously? She was trying to guilt-trip me?

What a sob story. If I hadn't literally died because of her, I might have actually believed her.

In my past life, Chloe and I weren't even close. We were just polite roommates.

She usually hung out with our other two roommates. I was the loner who spent my days commuting between the library, classroom, and dorm.

So when she suddenly confided in me about her pregnancy and asked me to accompany her, I was taken aback.

Why share such a deeply personal secret with me instead of her actual best friends in the dorm?

But back then, I was too soft-hearted. I thought it was just a quick trip to the doctor, a normal favor between roommates.

It was only after I died, when my soul lingered in the dorm, that I learned the horrifying truth.

Chloe and the other two roommates regularly went to high-end clubs to hook up with rich, older men. The baby wasn't Tyler's, and they all knew it.

Since she couldn't keep the baby anyway, they decided to use the situation to blackmail me for a massive payout.

So, Chloe dragged me to the shady clinic while the other two tipped off Tyler, telling him to catch me there.

But the surgery went wrong, and Chloe lost her uterus.

When Tyler arrived, Chloe was clinging to life on the bed.

Blinded by rage, Tyler grabbed me, demanded millions, and when I refused, he stabbed me to death.

To cover up the crime, Chloe and Tyler dismembered my body and disposed of it. The other two roommates helped them cover it up, telling our academic advisor that I had taken a sudden leave of absence to go home. They even used my phone to post scheduled updates on Snapchat to pretend I was still alive.

By the time my parents realized something was wrong and called the police, two months had passed.

My murder became a cold case.

The killers walked free, and my parents' hair turned white overnight from grief.

The mere memory made my heart ache with a phantom, tearing pain.

In this life, I will make every single one of them pay.