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Her Envy, My Unbreakable Heart

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 781    |    Released on: 07/07/2025

ol. I had to pretend to be the old Ava, grateful and unsuspect

pting the Atherton scholarship in my place, a tearful speech about her "poor, troubled friend." I saw

meline, a drunken confession Chloe had made to

rts out of the equation. You get the baby, the connection to the father, without

lan to use my body and destroy my life for her own gain. The rage was so potent it alm

group of us were studying in the library, and a girl

" she said, leaning in for a

I said, loud enough for Chloe

"It' s an old family piece. It' s suppos

that," Sarah said wistfully.

ough my anger. It was a long shot

in a dusty corner: a locket, almost identical in size and shape to the cursed one. The design was simpler, a cheap floral pattern instead of the intricate vin

cursed locket and removed it from its chain. My skin crawled at the touch of it, a cold, dead weight in my hand. I wrapped it

little water and carefully painted it into the grooves of the floral pattern, wiping away the excess to mimic the tarnish of old silve

roof that I was healthy, that my body was my own. When the results came back two days later, they were completely normal. No hormonal anomal

ready to go out, Chloe' s eyes

eap metal. "Is it working?" she asked, a predatory

y face neutral. "I think so.

spine. She was looking at the fake, convinced her plan was i

ck to her mirror. "Just keep

t it wouldn't be me wearing t

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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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