In my previous life, Rachel had ruined me completely.

Now that I was reborn, this phone recording was my key evidence.

A few minutes later, my phone rang again.

This time, it was David.

I sneered and picked up.

The moment the line connected, his furious roar blasted through:

“Grace Miller, where the hell did you take my wife this time?”

“I’m warning you—if you dare take her to those filthy places again, if you dare drive a wedge between us, I won’t spare you!”

Before he could continue, I cut him off coldly:

“Your wife isn’t a child who needs babysitting, and I’m not your family’s nanny. If you can’t find her, that’s your problem, not mine.”

And I hung up without hesitation.

In my last life, I had helped Rachel cover for her, but instead of being grateful, she slandered me. That led to my miserable death.

This time, I wouldn’t be foolish enough to jump into that cesspool again.

But I knew one thing: if David ever caught Rachel in the act, she would definitely play the fragile innocent, and once again dump all the blame on me.

And David—petty and vengeful—still hated me for going with Rachel to cause a scene at his company. He was convinced I had egged her on.

So when the time came, he would almost certainly take out his rage on me.

I had to be ready.

Around six in the evening, as I was packing a suitcase, my husband Eric Johnson came home from work.

He looked puzzled. “Honey, why are you pulling out the suitcase?”

I shot him a look of disgust and said nothing.

In my past life, when Rachel slandered me and I had no way to defend myself, I thought Eric was my one pillar of support.

But he sided with Rachel, scolding me as a vicious, deceitful woman, saying he regretted marrying me, and even forcing me to sign divorce papers in public.

This man who once swore he loved me had abandoned me without hesitation—because David was his company’s biggest client, his golden goose.

And worst of all, before I died, I discovered the truth: Eric had been secretly meeting Rachel at hotels many times.

I once adored him.

Now, when I looked at him, all I saw was filth.

Eric didn’t notice the hatred in my eyes. Frowning, he asked, “Honey, what’s wrong? Who upset you this time?”

Before I could answer, my phone rang again.

It was Rachel.

I answered right in front of Eric.

Her panicked, angry voice burst out:

“Grace, I told you to stall David! What the hell are you doing?”

“He’s already here at the Holiday Inn with people to catch me. If he finds me in bed with someone, I’m finished! You’d better think of a way to draw him off, now!”

I said coldly, “Not my problem.”

And hung up.

Eric was stunned.

When he snapped out of it, Eric turned to me in shock.

“Honey, what are you doing? Rachel’s your best friend—how can you just let her walk into disaster?”

“You know David’s temper. If he catches her in bed with someone, she’s finished—don’t you…”

I cut him off, voice icy:

“You seem awfully concerned about Rachel.”

His expression turned awkward. “I’m not worried about her. I just think—you two are so close. Sure, what she did was wrong, but we can’t just stand by and watch her crash and burn, right?”

He was frantic—whether for Rachel, or because he feared David would take his anger out on us and cut ties with him, I didn’t know.

I sneered inwardly. “If you want to help her, you’d better go now. You heard where she is—Holiday Inn, not far from here. Don’t go to the wrong place.”

Seeing I was determined not to intervene, Eric sighed helplessly and rushed out the door.

I finished packing, then waited quietly at home.

Around seven, the front door was kicked open violently.

David stormed in with a dozen thugs.

Behind them trailed Rachel, weeping, and Eric, his face dark.

David’s eyes blazed with fury. He strode over and slapped me across the face.

“You filthy bitch!” he roared. “How dare you set up my wife! I’m going to kill you today.”

He knocked me to the floor, then kicked me several times.

Crying out in pain, I shouted, “I didn’t frame her, it was she—”

Before I could finish, Rachel lunged at me, slapping me hard across the face, sobbing with fake indignation.

“Grace, I must have been blind to ever call you a friend! I treated you like a sister, always cared for you, and you—jealous of my husband—you drugged my drink, had me humiliated, and even recorded it! Do you even have a conscience?”

“If it weren’t for my husband trusting me, I’d never wash away the shame!”

“Our friendship ends here. From now on, we’re nothing.”

Eric rushed over then, kicking me too, glaring at me in fury.

“Grace, I never imagined you’d be this kind of person! You fooled me so well. If I had known what a vicious woman you were, I’d never have married you. I want a divorce—you don’t deserve to be my wife!”

I stared at their hypocrisy through the pain, grinding my teeth.

“I’m innocent!” I shouted.

David slapped me again, yanking me up by the hair.

“Innocent?” he snarled. “Your husband and your best friend are both accusing you. Do you really think anyone will believe you? Still playing tough? You’re just a worthless bitch.”

“Killing you outright would be too easy. I’ll destroy your name, make you the rat everyone spits on.”