After being reborn, I will tear down my bestie who has been causing trouble under my name

My so-called best friend, the wannabe food influencer, was demanding the table next to us be quiet during her restaurant review.

She was throwing around my name like it was trash.

Shut your mouths, all of you! she yelled.

Especially that kid. Some people just shouldn't have kids!

I'm Mandy Miller, a freaking content creator with millions of followers!

"One livestream of mine makes more than you guys will earn in a lifetime!"

"You gonna pay my damages if you mess with me?"

Last time around, she'd borrowed my account to try her hand at these restaurant videos.

Just because some family at the next table had dared to make a little noise, she went off on them, using my name, of course.

During the fight, she even picked up a pot of boiling clam chowder and threw it on the little girl.

The kid ended up with second-degree burns all over.

My "friend" showed up at the hospital, threw down a few thousand bucks, and said, "That kid was ugly anyway. Might as well get a nose job."

The girl's parents and relatives were understandably livid and tracked me down at my office.

"That's her! That's Mandy! She's the one who scarred my daughter!"

They ended up throwing scalding clam chowder on me and stabbing me to death.

Meanwhile, my so-called bestie inherited my online accounts and even married my husband.

Turns out, it was all part of their plan.

Now, I've woken up back on the day my "friend" ruined that girl's life.

...

Right before I died, I faintly heard Jessica whispering in my ear.

"Mandy, my dear friend, don't blame me."

"It's just, why did you have to go and marry Tom?"

"I love your husband, too, and now he's all mine!"

I died in incredible physical pain.

I was so filled with hate.

I treated her like my sister, and she orchestrated my brutal death in front of everyone.

Maybe my rage was strong enough because I got a second chance.

I was reborn on the day the family showed up looking for me.

Looking around the familiar room, I was filled with joy.

It was two in the afternoon, just two hours before my previous death.

Soon enough, just like before, Jessica called.

"Hey babe, you back home?"

"Just got in."

I tried to keep the anger out of my voice.

"You gotta come down to the office ASAP. Tom is being all mysterious, thinks he's got some big surprise for you. Won't tell me what it is. Oh, wear that dress I picked out for you! Tom loves you in pink."

"Sure, I'll be there in a bit."

"Hurry!"

I hung up and stared at the pink dress laid out on the sofa.

Jessica had worn that dress when she caused all the trouble at the clam bake.

That's why the family, seeing me in it, assumed I was the one responsible and didn't listen to a word I said.

This time, I wasn't going to be so stupid.

If she wanted to steal my life and climb to the top on my dead body, she had another thing coming.

Last time, my "best friend," Jessica, saw how becoming a content creator had let me buy a house and start a company, so she decided she wanted to give it a try.

Being the good friend that I am, I showed her how to create an account and get views.

She thought it was too much work and asked if she could borrow one of my smaller accounts.

Jessica was my best friend, so of course, I agreed.

I wanted her to succeed, too.

I had no idea she'd use my account and my name to act like a total maniac.

Just because the family at the next table made some noise, she stood up and yelled, "You rednecks need to shut your faces! Especially that kid! Maybe you should have gotten rid of it before it was born."

The parents fired back, "Who are you? This is a public place, we can talk if we want."

Jessica held up the account.

"Who am I? Take a look, I'm Mandy Miller, the content creator with millions of followers! I make more money in one stream than you'll make in your whole lives! You think you can pay for it if you screw with me?"

She had on heavy makeup for a cosplay thing, so people couldn't tell we weren't the same person.

Words flew back and forth, and soon they were screaming at each other.

Jessica grabbed a pot of boiling clam chowder and threw it at the next table.

The scalding liquid hit the little girl.

She got second-degree burns and needed expensive medical treatment.

They didn't have time to press charges, so they started a GoFundMe.

When Jessica found out, she went to the hospital and exchanged all her cash for coins, then tossed handfuls of them at the family.

"Here's a few grand for the medical bills. The kid was ugly anyway. She should get some plastic surgery."

"Not like me, making easy money."

After that, she just waited for me to come home.

She had me put on the pink dress and lied that Tom had a surprise waiting for me at the office.

As soon as I walked into the office, the family rushed in.

They didn't listen to anything I said.

They just threw the chowder on me and stabbed me.

Before I died, my reputation was ruined, I lost millions of followers overnight.

Everyone said I deserved it.

My body sat in the morgue for days because no one claimed it.

I was an orphan, and the person who murdered me was my best friend.

Tom, because he was my husband, finally showed up to collect my body.

Since fate had given me a chance for revenge, I was going to take it.

I'd been talking to brands about partnership deals, so I turned on a livestream and video-called one of the brands.

Soon, thousands of people were watching.

I'd already blocked Jessica, and I spent the livestream talking about the trip.

I made it very clear to my followers that I hadn't been in town the last few days.

Then, I slowly ordered a car to take me to the office.

After all that, I was about 15 minutes later than last time getting to the office.

I didn't go in right away.

I kept the livestream going and watched what was happening inside the office.

The security footage showed the girl's family and some huge relatives marching into the office.

"Where's Mandy? Get her out here!"

Jessica came out to see what was going on.

She hadn't put on makeup, but the girl's dad grabbed her anyway.

"Honey, is that her?"

Jessica yanked away, terrified.

"No, no! You've got the wrong person! I'm her friend!"

"What do you want with her?"

"She'll be back soon."

"Just calm down!"

A bunch of employees came out to watch.

The dad said angrily, "That b*tch threw boiling clam chowder on my daughter because we said a few words while we were eating!"

The girl's mom broke down crying.

"Not only that, she came to the hospital to make fun of us!"

"Do rich content creators get to do whatever they want?"

The office was buzzing.

"Wow, I can't believe Mandy would do something like that. She always seems so nice."

"Who knows? These content creators are all fake."

I didn't want people to think it was just rumors, so I had asked a representative of the brand that I work with to come to the company to discuss cooperation and sign the contract.

When he arrived, we would go up together.

In the video, Jessica was patting the girl's mother on the back.

"How could she do that?"

"How is the girl? Do you need us to donate money?"

"Mandy went way too far. I'll make her apologize when she gets here."

Jessica kept calling me.

Finally, I answered.

"Jessica, what's wrong?"

"Mandy, you have to come down here."

"The company is in danger!"

"What happened? I'm just downstairs."

"I'm coming!"

I ended the call.

Just then, the brand rep showed up, so we went upstairs together.

As soon as I walked in, Jessica rushed up to me.

"Mandy! What is going on?"

"You went way too far."

"I heard you threw clam chowder on a little girl, and now she has second-degree burns!"

The girl's dad heard her call my name, and came rushing over.

"Alright, I finally got you. Today, you will learn the consequences of your actions!"

He pulled out a knife, so I backed away.

The brand rep grabbed him.

"Sir! Please calm down!"

I had asked him to come, and I am glad he did.

I put on my best innocent face.

"A few days ago? A little girl? I've been out of town with the brand. I haven't been to a clam bake."

"Sir, you must have me confused."

He spat on the floor.

"Don't even start with that."

"You were shouting that you were Mandy Miller, with millions of followers, and you could crush us like bugs!"

"The staff at the clam bake heard you!"

The brand rep realized what was happening.

"Mandy has been with us the last few days, she couldn't have been at the clam bake."

I was still livestreaming.

"Sir, ask my followers!"

"They know where I've been."

"They have been watching my livestream about the brands!"

The girl's dad pulled out his phone.

"The account that contacted us was called Mandy Miller, are you trying to deny that?"

I took the phone and saw Jessica had been using my account.

The messages made my blood boil.

["Redneck, who cares if your daughter dies?"]

["I'm not going to apologize."]

["It doesn't matter if you try to get me canceled."]

["As soon as I cry on camera, my fans will forgive me."]

["I'm not paying my PR team for nothing!"]

["Come at me, show up at my company!"]

The employees were cursing.

"You're so evil!"

"What comes around, goes around!"

"I understand why her parents brought a knife now!"

"She deserves to have her face cut off!"

"Who would want to work at this company, we could all become accessories to murder!"

I looked at Jessica.

"Jessica, didn't you borrow my account the other day?"

She froze.

This situation was not going the way she planned.

I was still alive.

"I... I didn't."

"Mandy, I know you are scared, but you can't just blame it on me."

"What's happening?"

My husband, Tom, came out to see what was going on.

Jessica grabbed his arm.

"Tom, Mandy did something terrible."

"She threw clam chowder on a little girl and blamed it on me!"

Tom sighed.

"Honey, why would you do that?"

"You should go inside, I will handle this."

So, you think I did it.

Tom must have been involved.

He did not help when I died last time.

Jessica and Tom must have been having an affair.

The girl's dad had his friends bring a pot of scalding clam chowder.

"Your husband said it was you, are you still trying to deny it?"

"Today, you will suffer the way my daughter suffered!"

I grabbed the man's arm.

"Sir, it wasn't me!"

"I have people that can prove it!"

"You can call the livestream account right now, you'll see that it's not me!"

The girl's mother stared at me.

"You were wearing that dress that day!"

"Are you trying to escape responsibility?"

The employees whispered to each other:

"Mandy is stabbing Jessica in the back!"

"I heard she stole Tom from Jessica."

"The girl's family came because she sent them those messages."

"Who is going to help her now?"

The girl's dad was angry.

"Do it!"

As the clam chowder came toward me, I shouted, "You have the wrong person!"

"Otherwise, this little girl will never get justice!"

The brand rep put his hand on the father's shoulder.

"Sir, you can call the livestream account."

"Mandy has been with us the last few days."

The father hesitated and dialed the number.

Jessica tried to stop him, but her phone started ringing.