The 7th Rebirth: Revenge by Prophecy

I was born a dense people-pleaser, completely missing sarcasm and mistaking backhanded insults for compliments. Because of this, I died six times under bizarre circumstances, though I always assumed I just had terrible luck. This was my seventh rebirth, and fate gave me a head start. The moment I opened my eyes, a new text appeared in my phone's memo app. [Your best friend, Nancy Morgan, will arrive tonight at eight, claiming she wants to stay over. Once you fall asleep, she will turn on the gas valve and leave.] [Your childhood sweetheart, Lorenzo Myers, will visit you in the hospital while you're delirious and force you to sign over your apartment.] [They will marry, move into your home, and drain your assets. You will die of organ failure after they stop paying your medical bills.] I frowned, dismissing it as a sick joke. Nancy and Lorenzo had always been good to me. Why would they want me dead? I figured this time I could finally relax and live a normal life. Then, at eight o'clock sharp, the doorbell rang, and Nancy's cheerful voice floated through the door. "Gloria, I came to see you! Miss me? Open up!" I started toward the door with a habitual smile on my face. But the final line of the prophecy flashed in my mind: "They'll team up to put you in the hospital. You'll lose everything and die." I froze in place.