Now You See It, Now You Don't

My boyfriend has always doted on me. However, after learning that I can't go to work at the bank after falling and injuring myself, he snaps at me. "Why didn't you tell me you switched shifts with someone else? That was a cheap move!"

I don't refute him. Instead, I pull out a hospitalization record as I watch the bank descend into chaos.

In my past life, I attended to a couple who wanted to deposit five million dollars into their account. Their child had been diagnosed with a rare illness. They'd gotten the money by selling their organs and mortgaging the home—it was to save their child's life and pay for the surgery the following day.

However, the money was stolen the following day. I helped them check where the money was withdrawn, but the surveillance footage showed I was the one who did it.

My best friend wept when the couple questioned me. "You shouldn't have stolen the money someone needed to save a life, no matter how materialistic and covetous you are!"

My boyfriend hurried over and said, "I wondered why you suddenly had money to buy a car—you stole it! You're heartless!"

The child died after failing to receive treatment in time, and the couple stabbed me to death on the streets out of devastation.

When I open my eyes again, I think injuring myself will help me escape this. To my surprise, the surveillance cameras once again capture me stealing the money.

"Tsk, look at you. Dressed in rags and carrying that filthy sack. The bank isn't a place for beggars! Don't even think about coming to me for service. You reek. I only deal with high-value clients."

The sharp voice snapped me out of my thoughts. When I blinked, the first thing I saw was my best friend, Madison Doyle, pinching her nose with a look of utter disgust as she turned away.

Outside the glass partition stood an older couple, their faces etched with worry. Despite the humiliation, they held onto their money bag tightly, refusing to leave.

Noticing their distress, Madison rolled her eyes. Then, in a voice dripping with false kindness, she said, "Go to the window on the left. Caitlin Howard loves playing the saint. She'll be more than happy to count your sack of loose change."

The couple turned to me with desperation in their eyes. My heart sank.

In my previous life, I had rushed to smooth things over, apologizing for Madison's rudeness before handling the transaction myself.

None of us expected what happened next.

The couple, Alfie Austin and Demi Allen opened their worn-out sack and pulled out stacks of cash—five million dollars, to be exact.

Madison's jaw nearly hit the floor. She immediately asked where they had gotten so much money. Alfie and Demi explained that it was for their daughter's surgery.

They had always lived on a meager income. With their daughter gravely ill, they were left with no options. They each sold a kidney on the black market and mortgaged the home they had lived in their entire lives just to gather enough for her surgery.

Life always seemed to be cruelest to those who already had nothing. Tears welled in my eyes as I listened to their story. Madison, on the other hand, was too busy prying into their personal affairs.

I told her to leave them alone and then helped Alfie and Demi deposit their money. Afraid Madison might do something shady, I even reminded them to keep their bank cards on them at all times.

They thanked me profusely before leaving. Madison, on the other hand, promptly filed for leave.

I thought I had done a good deed, but I never imagined it would be the reason I ended up dead.