Their confidence was palpable, but it only deepened my inner conflict.
My family owns a business, so staying in school wasn’t a necessity for me. Yet, my parents didn’t want me to take on the challenges of the corporate world. They encouraged me to pursue academia and stay in school instead.
In my previous life, when the plagiarism accusations surfaced, I desperately tried to explain my innocence—but no one listened.
But the crushing blow came when my supervisor himself publicly declared that I had plagiarized Felicity. His words sealed my fate, leaving me to bear the shame. My academic accomplishments over the past eight years were erased, my master’s degree was revoked, and soon after, I faced something even worse.
Nancy, believing I had stolen her scholarships with plagiarized work, forced me to drink paraquat. I can still recall the unbearable, heart-wrenching pain of dying—chills run through me just thinking about it.