A Beautiful Collapse

To help Janet fulfill the 'regret' she had carried from my previous life, I built everything for her from scratch. Using the actor's photos, I created a chat account and carefully crafted the image of a rich heir.

Every flashy post on his feed was edited by me, polished to perfection, designed to hook Janet completely.

When Janet excitedly showed off just how wealthy her 'client' was, I played along without hesitation. "Wow, he really does look like the real deal. Janet, you're exactly the type rich guys go for."

The moment I finished praising her, I switched accounts and logged onto the actor's profile. Then, I sent Janet a message that looked sincere and full of emotion, like real feedback from a satisfied client.

I even attached the beautiful photos he had taken of her that day.

At the same time, I used a bunch of fake accounts to comment under her post.

[The bag she's carrying is obviously fake. How does someone wearing knockoffs charge that much?]

I did not stop there. Using the actor's account, I sent her another message.

[You're really pretty, but those bags you carry are obviously fake. It doesn't look very classy.]

[The next time I book you to accompany me to a dinner, you'll need to carry a real one. Don't embarrass me.]

Janet was furious.

Completely triggered, she immediately turned her attention to me.

"Ella, can you lend me a few designer bags? Just to help me keep up the appearances. We're best friends, right? You wouldn't want me to embarrass myself out there."

In my previous life, I had been generous with her. I lent her plenty of luxury items so she could maintain her image. However, behind my back, Janet had hidden my real bags and bought cheap knockoffs that looked similar, returning those to me instead.

When I found out, she cried about how much she envied me, how hard her life had been.

I had softened. I had let it go.

Due to that, she only became more vain, more addicted to taking shortcuts.

What I never expected was that in the end, she would not remember a single bit of my kindness.

"These bags were all bought by my mom. She rotates them with me. I can't just lend her things out to other people."

Janet was used to my giving in to everything she asked for. The moment I refused, her face darkened.

"Ella, why are you being so stingy? Your family is rich. Are you really going to care about a few bags?"

I replied flatly, "My family didn't get rich by chance. And what if I lend you a real bag and get a fake one back?"

Janet's expression hardened with anger. "What are you trying to say? That I'd do something like that? What kind of person do you think I am? Don't look down on me."

We parted on bad terms.

That very night, she posted on her social feed, taking a jab at me without naming me directly.

[Wow. So I finally ran into one of those fake best friends. Some people pretend to be close to you, but they're actually selfish and full of themselves. Be careful who you trust. Stay away from people like that.]