Lahat ng Kabanata ng This Time, I Never Touched Her: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

This time, I didn't rush out from behind the desk to help Crystal. Everything was already in place.Before she arrived, I brought a folding ladder out of the utility room and carried it to the lobby entrance. I looked up at the security camera, where the trouble started. The camera pointed out toward the street to catch anyone trying to slip in, leaving the entire stretch from the glass doors to the elevator in a blind spot. Once someone came inside, it caught little more than a blurry glimpse of their back.In my previous life, that blurry glimpse was what ruined me.I tilted the camera inward and adjusted it until I could see everything from the glass doors to the elevator lobby and card reader. Every floor tile was in view.Then I moved the ladder beneath the camera in the elevator lobby. That camera was aimed at the card reader, making it hard to see where people stood, whether they leaned against the wall, or if anyone touched them.I adjusted it as well, until the en

At 11:40 a.m., my phone buzzed. A friend sent me a link followed by three huge question marks.My heart lurched as I tapped it. There was the same livestream, the same red-rimmed eyes.Crystal sat at a vanity draped in sheer white fabric. Soft lighting behind her made her look pale and vulnerable."About last night… I've spent all morning wondering if I should say anything."She sniffled, with just enough of a tremor in her voice."There's this security guard at my complex… I was drunk, and I could barely walk. He helped me… but then he started leading me toward the emergency stairwell…"Comments flooded in.[What the hell? Another security guard?][Do these people seriously think they can do whatever they want to the residents?][Don't be scared, girl. Tell us who he is!]I stared at the screen, my fingers cold. Strangely, though, I felt steady.In my previous life, watching this felt like the end of the world. I panicked, scrambled to explain, clipped the security footag

[You remembered it wrong? You put his face out there and let people dox him for three hours, and that's your excuse?][I was just trashing that Paul guy. Now I want to slap myself.][So you "remembered it wrong." Who's gonna answer for his parents getting harassed and his reputation getting destroyed?]I sat in the guard booth, watching the comments race across the screen, and let out a long breath.In my previous life, I posted that footage on every platform I could, carefully explaining what happened and all but begging someone to believe me. No one listened.This time, I didn't say another word. I simply put the footage into the right hands.The truth alone wasn't enough to convince people. They needed to see it in writing, backed by an official statement.Within an hour of the police statement, public opinion turned completely. The same people demanding that I be shot flooded Crystal's livestream, insisting she explain herself.She frantically tried to end the stream, but h

I didn't agree because I wanted to be famous. I did it because I remembered who I was in my previous life.I was a man desperately posting the same security footage on platform after platform, typing the same explanations over and over. In the end, people dismissed it all with "Management edited it," and their refusal to believe me broke me and cost me my life.No one told me that my word alone wouldn't clear my name, or that I needed to put the evidence in the hands of credible people with no ties to me.No one told me to call the police and a reporter as soon as the accusations started. Instead, I sat there with shaking hands, clipping a video no one would believe.If someone had, maybe I wouldn't have died on that road. Maybe Dad wouldn't have collapsed beside that cold stove.I couldn't save the man I was in my previous life. But someone watching might be in the same position, falsely accused, with nowhere to turn and no way to make themselves heard. Maybe I could help them.