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Her Envy, My Unbreakable Heart

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 723    |    Released on: 07/07/2025

er of our dorm room, the soft hum of the radiator-it was all exactly as it was. And standing in front

ou look like you'

ribs, a frantic drumbeat of terror and rage. I stared at the locket in her hand. It wasn'

d, her smile unwaveri

me to run, to smash the cursed thing to pieces. But I couldn' t. If I refused, she' d know some

rced the words out, my voice thin

es gleaming with false sincerity. She took the

t imperceptible sensation, a slight chill that crept into my bones. In my first life, I had dismisse

a hand to my head. "Whoa, I t

ee? You' re pushing yourself too hard. This locket will help. My grandmo

e its true purpose. She was explainin

esting her. "Maybe I should see a doctor

raction of a second before smoot

u' re stressed and give you some useless pills. It' s just nerves before the big

The memory of the public humiliation, the pain, the blood, flashed through my mind. The faces of the crowd, twi

not as a distant memory, b

ways seemed just a little nicer than mine, the predatory glint in her eyes that I had always mist

all a lie. She had been studying me, learning my weaknesses, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. My talent wasn

person standing here now was someone else, someone forged in be

robably right. It' s just stress.

This time, I wouldn' t be its victi

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Her Envy, My Unbreakable Heart
Her Envy, My Unbreakable Heart
“My life was perfect, or as close to it as an art student could dream. I was the top candidate for the prestigious Atherton scholarship, a full ride that would launch my career, my paintings getting noticed, my grades stellar. Then my roommate, Chloe, pressed a tarnished silver locket into my palm, a "good luck" charm to secure my future. From that day, my life inexplicably soared, every creative block vanished, every anxiety quelled. Until the day the scholarship was announced. The gallery was packed, my paintings front and center, proud and beaming. And then, a searing pain, blinding and brutal, tore through my abdomen. I collapsed, screaming, the world blurring into a chaotic nightmare of pain and blood. Right there, under the bright lights, I gave birth. The scandal was instant, absolute, splashed across every headline: "Miracle Birth or Immoral Hoax? Art Student' s Public Scandal." The university revoked my scholarship, my parents disowned me, and my friends vanished. My future shattered, the baby taken away, I found myself alone in a cheap motel, walking to a bridge, looking at the dark, swirling water below. I only understood why everything happened after I died. The locket wasn't for luck, but a cursed object. It drained life essence and transferred stolen pregnancies. And the mastermind was Chloe, consumed by envy, orchestrating my downfall to claim my scholarship and my baby' s wealthy father. My soul screamed with a rage that transcended death. Then, a violent pull. I gasped, my eyes flying open. I wasn' t falling into cold water. I was back in my dorm room, the smell of oil paint thick in the air. Chloe stood before me, hand outstretched, the antique silver locket gleaming. "For good luck," she said, her voice dripping with the poison I could finally hear. I was back, and this time, the ending would be different.”
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