Rebirth: Defeating My Betrayal Best Friend

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Rosie had come crying to me.

She was sitting on my couch, looking visibly uneasy.

She said, "Ella, why would you say something so terrifying? It's almost like you've seen someone jump off a building before."

Her fingers twitched, gripping her phone.

I smiled softly, a touch of amusement in my tone.

I said, "Rosie, come on. You know me. I'm not brave enough for that. I'd probably faint if I saw something like that in real life.

"And besides, you're the famous marriage counselor, right? If people found out you jumped off a building because of your marriage, wouldn't that be the biggest joke ever?

"You're professional. Have a little faith in yourself."

He patted her on the shoulder, and she was reassured.

She slipped back into her previous state of self-pity, crying dramatically about how hard her life had become.

When I'd said enough polite, meaningless words, she cut right to the chase.

"Ella, after talking to you, I feel so much better. You'll help me cover this up, won't you?" she asked.

I nodded. "Of course.

"But just in case, why don't you give me the contact info of the two friends you were drinking with last night? I'll smooth things over with them."

She was so relieved she nearly squeezed my hand off.

She said, "Ella, you're so thoughtful. Thank you."

Tears welled up in her eyes.

She added, "You're the best friend I could ever have. I don't know what I'd do without you."

It was almost funny how good her performance was.

Before all of this, we'd barely spoken to each other since adding each other on social media two years ago.

And in my previous life, I had been gullible enough to fall for it all.

I had believed that I was doing some kind of good deed by saving her.

Once I gave her my promise, Rosie left my house, satisfied.

The moment she was gone, I picked up my phone and dialed the numbers of those two friends she'd mentioned.

In my last life, after returning home that night, Carlos quickly sensed something was off.

Rosie had then staged her dramatic rooftop scene, trying to prove her innocence.

She'd timed it perfectly, waiting until I was asleep.

But this time, I was ready. I immediately called Carlos.

I said, "Rosie got drunk last night and slept with some guy at the bar. She's not handling it well and says she wants to jump off a building."

There was a moment of stunned silence before he exploded in fury.

I could sense his anger even through the line.

"What? Didn't she spend the night with you? What the hell is going on?" he said.

Then he asked me where she was.

I replied, "I'm not sure.

"She just left my place. I tried to stop her, but she was worked up. You should find her, fast."

Before he could say anything else, I hung up.

Earlier, in her attempt to make her act look as real as possible, Rosie had given me her parents' contact info too.

She asked me to help her fabricate a call record with them from the night before.

I called her parents next.

I said, "Rosie went out drinking last night and did something stupid. Now, she's talking about killing herself."

Then, I called my boyfriend, Kristian Dale.

"Your favorite influencer is about to stage a dramatic suicide attempt. Aren't you going to swoop in and save her?" I said, my tone teasing.

I didn't stop there. I called every mutual friend we had and gave them the same update.

By the time I was done, I finally headed toward Rosie's apartment complex.

When I arrived, I could already hear the growing crowd's frantic whispers.

"Look. Someone's up there on the rooftop, about to jump."