Before my body was even buried, Kristoff eagerly proposed to Sandy right at the service, reducing my entire life to a cruel joke.
The memories from my past life flooded my mind, and panic gripped my chest. My eyes darted to my grandmother, whose breathing was labored as she stared at the photos in disbelief, her eyes brimming with tears.
"My granddaughter would never do something like this!" she exclaimed.
Noticing her worsening state, my heart sank. I begged those around me to help take her to the hospital. But they all backed away as if avoiding contamination from someone as "dirty" as me.
In the end, it was my two childhood friends who stepped forward.
Henry offered to drive, while Kristoff and I supported my grandmother as we rushed her to the hospital.
"Good thing you brought her on time," the doctor said. "Any later, and her life might have been in danger."
I quickly thanked the doctor and stayed by my grandmother's bedside, my heart heavy with guilt.
While keeping vigil, I reviewed the security footage. As I suspected, Sandy’s figure appeared on the screen. She had deliberately swapped the photos. Each of the scandalous images was fake—carefully and maliciously doctored.