When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Rosie had come crying to me.

She was sitting on my couch, looking visibly uneasy.

She said, "Ella, why would you say something so terrifying? It's almost like you've seen someone jump off a building before."

Her fingers twitched, gripping her phone.

I smiled softly, a touch of amusement in my tone.

I said, "Rosie, come on. You know me. I'm not brave enough for that. I'd probably faint if I saw something like that in real life.

"And besides, you're the famous marriage counselor, right? If people found out you jumped off a building because of your marriage, wouldn't that be the biggest joke ever?

"You're professional. Have a little faith in yourself."

He patted her on the shoulder, and she was reassured.

She slipped back into her previous state of self-pity, crying dramatically about how hard her life had become.

When I'd said enough polite, meaningless words, she cut right to the chase.

"Ella, after talking to you, I feel so much better. You'll help me cover this up, won't you?" she asked.

I nodded. "Of course.

"But just in case, why don't you give me the contact info of the two friends you were drinking with last night? I'll smooth things over with them."

She was so relieved she nearly squeezed my hand off.

She said, "Ella, you're so thoughtful. Thank you."

Tears welled up in her eyes.

She added, "You're the best friend I could ever have. I don't know what I'd do without you."

It was almost funny how good her performance was.

Before all of this, we'd barely spoken to each other since adding each other on social media two years ago.

And in my previous life, I had been gullible enough to fall for it all.

I had believed that I was doing some kind of good deed by saving her.

Once I gave her my promise, Rosie left my house, satisfied.

The moment she was gone, I picked up my phone and dialed the numbers of those two friends she'd mentioned.

In my last life, after returning home that night, Carlos quickly sensed something was off.

Rosie had then staged her dramatic rooftop scene, trying to prove her innocence.

She'd timed it perfectly, waiting until I was asleep.

But this time, I was ready. I immediately called Carlos.

I said, "Rosie got drunk last night and slept with some guy at the bar. She's not handling it well and says she wants to jump off a building."

There was a moment of stunned silence before he exploded in fury.

I could sense his anger even through the line.

"What? Didn't she spend the night with you? What the hell is going on?" he said.

Then he asked me where she was.

I replied, "I'm not sure.

"She just left my place. I tried to stop her, but she was worked up. You should find her, fast."

Before he could say anything else, I hung up.

Earlier, in her attempt to make her act look as real as possible, Rosie had given me her parents' contact info too.

She asked me to help her fabricate a call record with them from the night before.

I called her parents next.

I said, "Rosie went out drinking last night and did something stupid. Now, she's talking about killing herself."

Then, I called my boyfriend, Kristian Dale.

"Your favorite influencer is about to stage a dramatic suicide attempt. Aren't you going to swoop in and save her?" I said, my tone teasing.

I didn't stop there. I called every mutual friend we had and gave them the same update.

By the time I was done, I finally headed toward Rosie's apartment complex.

When I arrived, I could already hear the growing crowd's frantic whispers.

"Look. Someone's up there on the rooftop, about to jump."

Thanks to my not-so-subtle efforts, word spread quickly.

Nearly all of Rosie's friends and relatives had gathered at her apartment building by now.

The moment they saw her standing on the rooftop, there was a collective gasp of horror.

Her phone had been off since her wild night.

Therefore, she didn't know her family and friends had been desperately searching for her.

When she finally returned home, she hadn't found Carlos, so she immediately enacted her plan to stage her jump for attention.

But the scene she found when she got up there shocked her.

The firefighters had already arrived, laying out safety mats below.

In my previous life, she'd stood on that rooftop all night, drenched in rain.

A passerby filmed her and posted it online.

The video had gone viral, drawing even more attention and sympathy.

But this time, her audience had already arrived.

She hadn't even gotten into position yet.

The crowd was buzzing with gossip.

"Wait, isn't Rosie supposed to be a marriage counselor? Why is she trying to jump off a building?"

"You haven't heard? She got caught cheating. How's she going to keep working in her field after this?"

The building was not so tall, so their voices carried clearly in the still night air.

I saw a flicker of embarrassment cross Rosie's face.

Just then, Carlos burst through the crowd.

He yelled, "You cheating whore, get down here and explain yourself.

"You've been playing the saint, saving other people's marriages, and now you've turned mine into a joke."

Before he could hurl more insults, someone pushed him aside.

Rosie's parents had arrived.

Rosie's father glared daggers at Carlos.

He said, "It takes two to tango. And instead of fixing it, you're out here pushing my daughter to jump.

"What kind of man are you? Rosie is blind enough to marry you."

Rosie's mother collapsed onto the ground.

She sobbed, "What a sin! How could we encounter such a thing? You disgraced our entire family."

Rosie was caught in the middle.

Standing on the rooftop, she screamed hysterically, "Mom, Dad, why won't you believe me? I'm being set up.

"This is all Ella's fault. She got me drunk. She's trying to ruin me. I don't want to live anymore."

Her parents immediately turned to Carlos.

They asked, "Who the hell is Ella? She is bold enough to do this to Rosie. Go find her."

Carlos hesitated, his eyes scanning the crowd.

His gaze finally landed on me.

He quickly came over.

He called out, "Hey, you, come over here and explain what's going on."

A firefighter quickly approached me.

He whispered, "Our priority is to get her down safely. Please don't escalate the situation."

From the rooftop, Rosie caught sight of the firefighter whispering to me, a smug look flashing in her eyes.

She probably thought I would take the same saintly route as in my previous life.

After all, if I upset her and caused her to jump, I would bear a significant amount of responsibility.

As a professional marriage counselor, she had a firm grasp on the psychology of those present.

However, I did not act as she had expected.

Instead, I calmly brought two more people out from the shadows.

The moment Rosie saw who they were, her face turned pale.