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Amidst a chorus of envious sighs, she turned to me.
“You must be crushed, Luna, aren’t you?”
[Chat: Oh, you know she is. Luna’s probably grinding her teeth to dust right now!]
[Chat: This is the best part! Just thinking about the heiress dumping that delinquent loser and going to the same university as the male lead is so satisfying!]
Scarlett took a deep, shaky breath, her body trembling slightly as if the reality of her rebirth was finally sinking in.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “This acceptance letter is mine.”
I offered a faint smile. “Congratulations.”
Ten years.
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In my previous life, from eighteen to twenty–eight, I’d powered through my bachelor’s, master’s, and doctorate degrees, all while fighting my way up the ladder at the Astor Corporation.
Meanwhile, Scarlett and her delinquent boyfriend were playing games of cat and mouse, having tearful fights, secret abortions, and dramatic episodes of running away from home.
What I had over her wasn’t just a decade of knowledge, but also sharp judgment and the unshakeable confidence that comes from weathering storms.
A single set of final exams.
This time around, I could trust myself completely. No slip–ups, no second–guessing.
But Scarlett saw my composure as a fragile front. She shot me a disdainful look.
“I can’t wait to see the look on your face in two months when final grades are released!”
She was gloating, utterly convinced she was about to witness my downfall.
