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

My so-called best friend pretends to be me and steals my identity as the CEO. She spends money recklessly and announces she'll buy apartments in the city for our long-time employees. Everyone praises her as the perfect boss.

Not only that, but she also steals my husband. Even my son calls her "Mommy". So, when I'm accused of having bipolar disorder and other mental health issues, no one speaks up for me.

My young son has no idea that I am his birth mother. The company and assets my parents have left me have been taken by my best friend, too.

In the end, my body ulcerates, and I pass away in a psychiatric hospital.

When I open my eyes again, I realize I'm back on the day my best friend used my money to buy apartments for our employees. She stands in the center of the crowd, taking in all the praises.

"You're beautiful and so is your heart, Ms. Moore! You care about us so much, always handing out bonuses. And now, you want to set up a fund to help us buy homes? I'd work for you until I die!"

And so, I quietly change the password on the bank card that funds all this. This time, I'll make sure my dear friend and my beloved husband experience the "wonderful" life they truly deserve.

"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.