Rebirth: Punishing the Vicious Roommate

Looking at the new camera, I smiled at Steward Lambert and said, "It's almost graduation, and it's rare for everyone to be together.

"Let's take some photos to remember this moment.

"Let's start with a picture of you and Nicole."

Nicole's eyes showed a hint of surprise at my suggestion, and she didn't refuse. Instead, she immediately took Steward's arm.

Steward wrapped his arm around her waist. They looked like a couple.

In the end, just like in my previous life, a younger girl blushed and asked for a photo with Steward.

I nodded in agreement, handed the camera to a friend, and then quietly walked over to Nicole.

As the shutter was about to click, I swiftly gave Nicole an over-the-shoulder throw.

Caught off guard, Nicole fell to the ground, stunned for a moment before she screamed and started crying.

In my previous life, Steward laughed when I tripped. This time, however, his face was dark and frightening.

Nicole clung to Steward, crying pitifully, "Hannah, why did you throw me? The floor here is so hard and full of stones. If I hit one, my arm would be ruined!"

When I threw Nicole, I had deliberately avoided the stone that had caused my compound fracture in the previous life.

But from Nicole's reaction, it was clear she knew what would have happened.

It confirmed she had done it on purpose before.

I smiled, then pretended to check her arm anxiously.

"Nicole, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to throw you. I just saw Steward's stiff expression and wanted to joke to lighten the mood. You won't hold it against me, will you?

"And look, your arm is fine."

Nicole glared at me.

"Joke? I think you did it on purpose.

"I came to help you celebrate your birthday, and you repay me by hurting me? Hannah, you're vicious."

Steward had called for an ambulance and stepped away for a moment.

I looked at Nicole mockingly.

"Even if I did it on purpose, so what? It's just a hurt arm. No need to make such a fuss."

Nicole didn't expect me to admit it. She was furious, her face turning red.

She then pinched her injured arm and started crying louder.

As soon as Steward heard her, he rushed back.

"Nicole, what's wrong? Does your arm hurt again?"

Nicole had tears in her eyes, and a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes.

"Steward, Hannah threw me on purpose, and when you were gone, she tried to hurt me again. I'm so scared."

The paramedics arrived and checked Nicole.

The result showed that her arm was just slightly sprained and would be fine after a few days' rest.

There was no need for a hospital visit.

But Nicole continued to lie on the floor, refusing to get up.

"Hannah hurt me on purpose. Just because my injury isn't severe doesn't mean she shouldn't be held responsible. It was an attempted murder!"

I knew it. Nicole wanted Steward to stand up for her.

Compared to his unconditional support to Nicole in my previous life, I was curious about his reaction this time.

Unexpectedly, Steward pulled me aside and whispered, "Hannah, why don't you apologize to Nicole?

"After all, she was hurt because of you. You should at least give her some excuse and give her a way out, right?"

Seeing Steward's anxious expression, I found it funny.

In my previous life, when I broke my arm, Steward defended Nicole, saying it was unintentional and asked me to forgive her.

This time, when Nicole got hurt, he still wanted me to apologize.

No matter what, I was always the one to blame.

I looked at the man I had loved for so many years and coldly said, "Fine, I'll apologize, but you have to promise me something."

As I agreed to apologize, Steward immediately agreed without hesitation.

"Sure, anything you want, Hannah. You're so understanding. I knew I found a good wife."

I couldn't help but scoffed inwardly.

"Screw your understanding wife! I'm done with it!" I thought.

I walked over to Nicole.

"It's my fault today. I shouldn't have joked with you like that."

Nicole snorted and handed me a glass of wine.

"You want my forgiveness? Drink this glass, and we'll call it even."

I glanced at Steward, but he deliberately avoided my gaze.

Both he and Nicole knew I was allergic to alcohol. Drinking this amount of wine would definitely send me to the hospital.

Yet he pretended not to notice.

No matter if it was the previous life or this one, his favoritism was blatant.

I had been blind to trusting the wrong person.

Calming my emotions, I was about to refuse.

Unexpectedly, a glass of wine was poured over my head.

All the classmates who had come to celebrate were shocked into silence.

I stared blankly as Steward set down the glass.

He looked at Nicole apologetically, "Nicole, Hannah is allergic to alcohol and can't drink.

"Take this as her apology, okay?"

Nicole burst into laughter at my disheveled appearance.

"Fine, I'll forgive Hannah this time for your sake, Steward."

Grabbing some tissues, I roughly wiped the wine off my face and hurried to the hospital.

But Steward still stayed there to comfort Nicole.

The birthday party ended amid the gloating and pitying looks of the classmates around me.