The air in the office was so heavy it felt suffocating.

"Sandra… are you absolutely sure you don't have a long-lost twin sister?"

My voice trembled with urgency.

Her face tightened with pain as she shook her head. "I'm an only child. Where would I get a sister? How could there possibly be someone in this world who looks exactly like me?"

We replayed that video dozens of times. Her height, her build—even the way she casually brushed her hair back—it was all eerily identical to Sandra.

If I hadn't been reborn, if I didn't know just how wronged she had been in our previous life… even I might have started to doubt.

Meanwhile, outside, everything had already descended into chaos.

With that video, Corey had completely seized the moral high ground. Striking while the iron was hot, he went live again.

This time, he wasn't crying. Behind him hung a bold slogan: [Boys Help Boys].

"Boys, we can't stay silent any longer! Whether it's in the workplace or anywhere else, when we face harassment, we have to stand up and say no!"

He spoke passionately, packaging himself as a modern man standing alone against abuse of power.

In a single night, his follower count surged by two million.

"We can't wait any longer." I snapped my laptop shut. "If this keeps up, before we even find that impostor, you'll be drowned by public outrage. Come on—we're going to find him!"

Sandra grabbed my arm. "Now? The place is swarming with reporters, and he'll never admit anything."

"That's exactly why he'll slip up. He's too smug."

I gritted my teeth. "In our last life, he drove us to ruin. This time, even if it's a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, I'm going in."

Half an hour later, we cornered Corey in a private room at an upscale café near the hospital, just as he was about to sit down for an exclusive interview.

The moment he saw us, disdain flickered in his eyes.

"Well, if it isn't Dr. Shelby and her useless husband. What? Here to beg for a settlement? Too late. With the kind of traffic I've got now, there's no price I'd trade it for."

Suppressing her anger, Sandra said, "Who is the woman in that video? You and I both know it's not me. Corey, fabricating evidence is a crime."

He wasn't flustered in the slightest. Smirking, he pulled out his phone and waved the video in front of us.

"The video is real. The person is real. How is that fabrication?" His tone turned mocking. "Dr. Shelby, how can you deny what you did so easily? Even if you get it authenticated, the video will come back as genuine."

He paused, then glanced at me with open contempt. "If you want to blame someone, blame yourself. You couldn't even keep your own woman in line."

"You—" Sandra lunged forward in fury, but I held her back firmly.

Corey burst into triumphant laughter, his finger tracing lightly over the face of "Sandra" on the screen.

"Look at that face—so captivating. What a shame she's a pervert."

My gaze locked onto the screen. At such close range, I suddenly noticed a detail I had overlooked before.

Something flashed in my mind and a long-buried memory exploded to the surface.

I turned to Sandra, excitement surging through me.

"I know who she is."