It wasn’t until extreme netizens shoved me off a rooftop that I realized—this had all been premeditated.
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Just before I hit the ground in that other life, I had called Vivienne. I never got the words out.
“Mr. Harry, don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll take care of everything.”
That was when I realized—Vivienne had also been reborn.
She wasn’t a “vixen” at all, but a poor student I had sponsored for years. She’d grown into a principled, capable woman—and a successful lawyer. In our past lives, she had been dragged into my scandal and bullied online because of me. I doubted her ending was any better than mine.
This time, I gave her everything I knew, hoping she could uncover the truth. I didn’t go back to the hospital—I went straight to her law firm and laid it all out. Her boyfriend joined forces with the police to start an investigation.
Not long after, my phone buzzed. My son’s name flashed on the screen. I didn’t answer. A text followed: My business failed. Please sell the house to help me. I ignored it.
That afternoon, my daughter and her husband stormed into the law firm.