Bitch Neighbor Framed My Son, I Sent Her to Prison After Rebirth
The first day we moved into our new place, the girl next door, who lived alone, came over with red-rimmed eyes and begged my son to fix the broken water heater in her room.
In my previous life, I felt sorry for her, so young and already without parents, so I sent my son over to help.
That night her room caught fire. She stumbled out and sobbed to everyone who'd listen.
"Her son tried to rape me, and when he couldn't, he set the fire to burn me alive and silence me!"
The day the verdict came down, my son's bright future as a pilot was destroyed in an instant, and he became a murderer the whole internet spat on.
In prison, my son couldn't take the torture and the bullying, and he ended his own life by throwing himself against a wall.
To pay off the debts, I worked three jobs, until one night a heart attack dropped me dead on the street.
She, meanwhile, played the fire survivor and launched a crowdfunding campaign, raised three hundred thousand dollars, and paid cash for an apartment downtown.
Now, living this life all over again, the girl stood there with red eyes, her voice small and timid.
"Ma'am, I'm scared of electricity. Could your son help me out?"
I pulled my son back inside, my face blank.
"There's a repair number on the wall. The service call is twenty-five dollars."