She Stole My Crown: My Best Friend, My Worst Enemy

"I'm willing to work myself to death for a boss like Ms. Moore. I mean, who else will be this lucky to meet someone like her in their lifetime?"

"I seriously cannot believe that she's paying out of her own pocket to set up a fund and buy us homes."

"Come up to the stage, Ms. Moore! Everyone's waiting for your speech!"

…

My head spun, noise buzzing around my ears. When I opened my eyes, I saw Hazel White—my best friend—surrounded by employees, being ushered onto the stage.

What was going on?

I stared down at myself in disbelief. My body wasn't covered in sores, and my legs weren't broken. I was still frozen when an employee walked past and shoved me aside.

"Hey, isn't this Ms. Moore's nanny?" she shouted. "What are you doing here? This isn't a place for you. Get out of here!"

The sharp pain in my shoulder made everything clear—I had been reborn.

In the crowd, Hazel glanced back at me, her tone somewhat impatient. "Why are you here? Trying to cause more trouble? Gosh, you're useless. You'd better not forget what you need to do later."

In my previous life, my health deteriorated after giving birth. I barely showed up at the company anymore, and that was when Hazel suggested she could attend events on my behalf.

I had actually believed she meant well, that she wanted me to rest and recover. I never imagined she was doing it to replace me and slowly steal everything I owned.

"Fine. I'll go back to the office," I said, letting out a small scoff before walking away and quietly changing the password on my bank card.

Oh, Hazel… From now on, it will be showtime for you.