She Imitated My Life to Steal My Love

He realized I was serious, but still refused to apologize in front of everyone.

His expression hardened as he clenched his jaw.

"Fine, it’s just 300,000. I’ll transfer it."

He pulled out his phone and jabbed at the screen.

"I’ve sent the money. Don’t ever come looking for me again!"

Despite his words, no transfer notification came through.

Scarlet, unaware he was faking it, thought the money had really been sent.

She snatched the phone from his hands, eager to withdraw it.

But after searching for a while, her expression turned confused.

"Brother Ethan, I don’t see the transfer record. Which bank did you use? Tell me so I can withdraw it."

I nearly burst out laughing.

Ethan's face flushed, and he barked at her to shut up, trying to drag her away.

I stepped in front of them.

"Ethan, if you really plan to transfer the money, do it properly. Why fake it? I haven’t received a thing. Why are you playing games with me? You look down on my money, but still live off it and enjoy every bit?"

Afraid the crowd wouldn’t believe me, I raised my phone and showed every major payment platform—no incoming funds.

Ethan hadn’t expected I’d truly expose him in front of everyone.

"It must be a bad signal—the money hasn’t arrived yet! I’ll do it again."

This time, the system voice rang out clearly: a 300,000-dollar transfer confirmed.

Ethan’s face twisted with visible pain, though he still forced a smug tone.

"See? I don’t care about your money at all."

I glanced at the confirmed balance and gave a satisfied smile.

"Good. The money’s received. We’re done here—no more ties between us."

I turned to pull Tessa away, but Ethan grabbed my wrist.

"You still haven’t apologized to Scarlet for excluding her! You’re not leaving!"

His words reminded me—Scarlet hadn’t yet flung her lies back at me.

Fortunately, I had foresight. I used to dine often at my family’s restaurant and always requested a private room with surveillance.

I called the manager, had them extract the video of the four of us eating out together, and posted it to our class group chat.

"You want to know why we stopped inviting her? Watch the footage and see for yourselves."

With that, I left with my roommates.

By the time we arrived at the salon, the class group was in chaos.

【Wow, how can someone be so proud while freeloading? She’s shameless.】

【Don’t blame Celeste and the others. If I were them, I’d avoid her too.】

As the backlash grew, Scarlet posted a crying emoji, claiming I held a grudge and that the video was fake.

But no one was buying it.

People aren’t fools.

In a panic, she began bombarding me with messages, begging me to clarify.

Ethan also joined in, flooding my inbox with self-righteous demands.

【Celeste, I’m so disappointed in you. Isn’t this just a little misunderstanding? Did you really have to slander Scarlet like that?】

【You hurt her. You need to apologize, return the 300,000, and transfer another 100,000 as compensation. Otherwise, I really won’t forgive you, and we’ll never get back together again.】

His righteous tone while begging for money made me laugh out loud.

Did he seriously think I was an ATM?

But his idiocy triggered a memory.

In my last life, when Scarlet changed her hairstyle, bought luxury bags, and got manicures, someone asked how she could afford it all.

She said she earned it through part-time work.

I believed that—until I heard her and Ethan’s conversation right before I died.

That’s when I realized she mocked me for my privileged background while bleeding me dry without shame.

My mood instantly soured.

I replied with just one word:

"Scram."

Just as I was about to block him with a single tap, a notification popped up—

a transfer alert from the "Intimate Payment" app.