She clutched her swollen face and sobbed in a trembling voice.

“Director, we were just fooling around. I didn’t expect Emily to suddenly go crazy and start hitting me.”

I gave a cold laugh and looked at everyone.

“Fooling around?”

“Deliberately altering my outfit so it exposed my underwear on stage—you call that fooling around?”

“What?”

The Runway Director’s face darkened. The bystanders began to murmur.

“Ripping runway outfits? Those are company property, you can’t just damage them. And they’re designed by professional designers—who gives you the right to alter them?”

“Exposing underwear? That’s clearly sabotage.”

“No wonder Vanessa reacted so aggressively—she was trying to cover up her own guilt.”

Vanessa put on her innocent look.

“No, please, let me explain. I swear I was only playing around. Maybe I just don’t know better—I grew up in a small town, and that’s how we played. Emily is just too serious.”

I pulled out one of the dresses she had ruined.

“Too serious? If it’s such a joke, why don’t you wear this yourself?”

“Don’t pretend you weren’t trying to humiliate me on stage.”

Her lies collapsed instantly.

I turned to the director, speaking slowly and firmly.

“This time I’ll let it go. But if it happens again, I won’t ask anyone’s opinion—I’ll go straight to the police.”

I put on my clothes and walked out, leaving Vanessa to face the director’s scolding.

Since I had been given another chance at life, I was determined to return every ounce of humiliation I had suffered before.

I knew Vanessa wouldn’t give up easily, so I prepared myself to collect evidence early. Back in the dorm, I switched on my phone’s recording function.

My past life had taught me one lesson: the weak are bullied, but the strong are respected.

Soon, two of my roommates returned, looking at me with mixed expressions.

Grace Parker grabbed my hand.

“Emily, weren’t you too harsh today? We’re all roommates—no matter what she did, you shouldn’t have hit her.”

“Vanessa’s actually a good person. She’s just from a small town, insecure, and only wanted to fit in by joking around.”

Chloe Adams nodded.

“Yeah, she looked so pitiful, I couldn’t stand it.”

Of course—it’s always easy to ask for forgiveness when you’re not the victim. That was how it went in my past life too—everyone told me to be the bigger person, to overlook her cruelty.

This time, I didn’t argue. I simply pulled out more evidence from my closet.

“Look at these. She altered all of my dresses—if you can even call it ‘altering.’ She cut them apart, tore them into rags. She turned every long dress into a miniskirt so short it shows my underwear.”

I held up another outfit.

“And this one was supposed to be my training outfit today. Tell me, can this still be worn?”

Their faces turned pale. The dress was not only ugly, but cut so short it exposed nearly everything. One step on stage, and the humiliation would be complete.

After seeing the ruined clothes, neither of them spoke up for Vanessa anymore.

I looked at them coldly.

“She wasn’t helping me. She was setting me up to be humiliated.”

At that moment, Vanessa entered, looking pitiful.

When she saw her handiwork spread out on my desk, she froze.

I deliberately touched the torn fabric.

“Vanessa, what do you have to say for yourself?”

She broke down in tears.

“I don’t know—I really don’t know. I didn’t do this!”

“If it wasn’t you, did the clothes rip themselves? Or maybe one of the other roommates did it?”

Vanessa stammered, unable to reply.

“Emily, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Please forgive me.”

“I was just jealous. We’re the same age, but you’re better than me at everything—talent, looks, background. Everyone likes you. I felt insecure and did something terrible.”

She suddenly fell to her knees.

“Please, don’t tell the director. If I get punished, I’ll be kicked out. My grandmother depends on me—she won’t survive the shock.”

I stared at the pearl necklace on her neck, the limited-edition earrings, and the luxury skincare she used every day. It was laughable.

In my previous life, I died never knowing who she really was. She was no poor small-town girl. She was the heiress of the Miller Corporation, one of the top business families in New York City.

Her parents had sent her here to “experience life” before taking over the family empire. Behind the scenes, she lived in luxury, chauffeured in private cars.

But her crocodile tears easily won my roommates’ sympathy.

“Emily, maybe you should just let this go. Vanessa’s already apologized.” Grace tried to persuade me again.

“Yeah, give her another chance. Otherwise, she might really get expelled.” Chloe chimed in.

I sneered.

“Do you know what would have happened if I had gone on stage in these outfits? Exposure like that leads to permanent disqualification. Crying won’t fix that.”

“I didn’t!” Vanessa tried to argue again.

“Too late.”

I held up my phone in front of her.

“I recorded everything you just admitted. It’s not up to you anymore. If I give this to the director, do you think she’ll still let you stay?”

Vanessa froze, her face pale as paper.

“You… you actually schemed against me?”

“I learned it from you.”

I leaned close and whispered in her ear.

“Cross me again, and I’ll destroy you.”

Terrified, Vanessa collapsed onto the floor, staring at me with wide, panicked eyes.

My other two roommates didn’t dare say a word.

This was only the beginning. Her real suffering was still ahead.

Vanessa Miller, let’s see how long you last.

For the time being, she stopped causing trouble.

Whether in training or at mealtime, she stayed far away from me, afraid I’d catch her slip up again.

She began currying favor with the Runway Director and the other teammates—buying them drinks during practice, bringing them food at meal times, and even treating them to dinners afterward.

Her constant flattery gradually made everyone forget the nasty things she had done.

Grace Parker saw me ignoring Vanessa Miller and even tried to persuade me.

“Look, Vanessa knows she was wrong, and she’s changed. Can’t you just forgive her and be friends again?”

I didn’t want to talk, nor did I care to explain. Some people are rotten to the core—whatever they do on the surface is only pretense. She was only waiting for another chance to ruin me completely.

That Friday morning, we had an internal competition to decide who would qualify for the upcoming National Tour. Every one of us was eager—joining the tour was our dream. It meant traveling across the country, experiencing different cultures, and even earning cash prizes for outstanding performances.

By coincidence, Vanessa and I were assigned to neighboring groups—she was in Group 2, I was in Group 3.

Before going on stage, I glanced at her face. She glared at me with such venom it was as if her eyes alone could kill me. I turned away, regaining unprecedented confidence, focusing only on shining brightly on the runway.

As the music began, I walked gracefully down the stage, every step elegant, confident, and perfect.

Vanessa came up beside me, but her stride looked forced, and at times she nearly stumbled. Suddenly, she hurried to catch up, pretending to toss her hair while reaching for my zipper.

I spun just in time, dodging perfectly. She lost her balance and twisted her ankle.

I finished the entire performance flawlessly, while Vanessa had to be helped off stage halfway through.

Naturally, the qualification for the tour went to me. She was eliminated. The irony was that if she hadn’t schemed against me, her own talent might have won her a place too.

As I approached the Runway Director, I heard her already making accusations.

“Director, I could have been selected, but Emily Sanders tripped me on stage! That’s why I twisted my ankle.”

She played the victim so well she fooled not only the director but also the entire audience. When she saw me approach, her act grew even more pitiful.

I sneered.

“Who tripped whom is far from clear.”

Vanessa lost her composure.

“You’re lying! You sabotaged me because you were afraid I’d surpass you. Director, please make this right!”

The Runway Director’s face darkened.

“Explain yourselves—who tripped whom?”

The teammates murmured.

“Who’s telling the truth?”

“Using dirty tricks in fair competition? That’s not worthy of a real model.”

Vanessa jumped in, echoing them.

“Exactly! Director, someone like her doesn’t belong here. Kick her out before she harms anyone else.”

I cut her off and turned to the director.

“The truth of who made the move is obvious. Director, I request the surveillance footage.”

Vanessa’s face went pale, but she quickly composed herself.