After I Funded Her, I was Attacked

I sponsored a financially disadvantaged classmate, who became my only close friend during college.

Over four years, she used my supplementary credit card to build connections with school leaders and ultimately took my chance to study abroad.

In anger, I decided to fund my own overseas education, but on the way to the airport, I was tragically killed in a car accident caused by her father.

My parents were devastated and returned home, while she assumed my identity as a wealthy heiress.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn, back to the day when I was ostracized by the entire school.

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"Why isn't Tina back yet? It feels like the dorm is full of germs without her!"

"Come on, she just went to the mall. Why are you so anxious?"

"You don't get it! I've been eyeing that brand's new limited-edition bag. It's launching today, and if I miss it, I'll be devastated."

A roommate covered her face, feigning a dreamy expression.

I was just coming to terms with the fact that I had been reborn.

In my previous life, I never joined their activities, and only before I died did I discover Tina had been using my supplementary card to pay for everything.

Everyone eagerly watched the door, glancing at me with disdain as I sat there, absorbed in my phone.

Just then, Tina walked in, wearing the latest trendy dress.

The moment she saw me, panic flickered in her eyes.

She stepped forward and tried to take my hand, but I subtly avoided her touch.

Unfazed, she asked, "Yuna, what are you doing here? Don't you have a business class this afternoon?"

I looked into her guilty eyes and realized how foolish I had been.

At the start of the semester, Tina had convinced me to rent an off-campus apartment, claiming the dorm was too complicated for me.

So I moved out, while she used my card to treat everyone and spread rumors that I was living off a sugar daddy.

When I returned to campus, I was ostracized by everyone.

She would say, "See, they're just hard to get along with."

I had often felt grateful to have her as a friend.

It wasn't until she used my money to bribe teachers for four years and stole my study abroad opportunity that I realized the truth.

When I protested, everyone accused me of being ungrateful.

Teachers claimed Tina had been covering for me every night I didn't return to the dorm.

Classmates said she did all my assignments.

Some even said they saw me dancing in nightclubs to earn money, with Tina deleting the evidence.

Only then did I understand what kind of ingrate I had supported.

Unable to see the truth, I chose to fund my own studies abroad, only to be killed by Tina's gambling-addicted father.

I had once saved her from her father, but she became the dagger that stabbed me.

She even offered to take care of my parents to spare them grief, smoothly taking over my identity.

Looking at her gentle yet deceitful face now, I wanted nothing more than to tear it apart.

This time, without me, let's see how she performs her act!