After the class reunion, my best friend, Monica, naturally expected me to be the driver and take everyone home. I agreed. But on the way, my car was rear-ended by a limited-edition Rolls-Royce. The owner of the luxury car claimed to be a wealthy tycoon. He said dealing with insurance was a hassle, that our crash was fate, and with a grand gesture, he simply gave me the car. Later, watching me drive around in a million-dollar car every day, Monica went insane with jealousy. When I wasn't looking, she tampered with my car, causing a crash that killed me. My boyfriend, instead of helping me, testified that I had been driving while fatigued. The shock was too much for my parents; they both died of heart attacks. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the class reunion. 1 "I'll drive! I know the roads around here better than anyone. It'll be safer if I get everyone home!" Monica’s voice cut through the haze. I snapped my eyes open to see her dangling my car keys, looking expectantly at the group. I realized then: Monica had been reborn, too. Seeing my silence, she gave my shoulder a tentative push. "Ava, I'm just trying to help since everyone's so tired. It's just your old car. Don't overthink it." In my previous life, Monica knew I was allergic to alcohol and couldn't drink, so she'd pestered me into driving my own car to the reunion. Whenever a classmate mentioned leaving early to catch the last train, she'd point at me with a sly grin and say, "What's the rush? We've got our personal chauffeur, Ava!" "She used to be our class president. What's wrong with serving us a little now?" "Next time any of you are in a jam, just do what I do. One call and she'll pick you up. She's so nice, she never says no." Back then, I thought she was just tactless. She was my best friend, and I was genuinely happy to help. But now, her words dripped with a sarcasm so thick it was suffocating. After dying once, I finally understood. She never saw me as a friend. I was just her servant. I snapped back to the present and snatched the keys from her hand. "This is my car. If you're really so kind-hearted, you can pay for everyone's Uber." Monica froze, then put on a wounded expression for the crowd. "Oh, so Ava drove here tonight just to show off how rich she is!" she whined. "It's just an old car. Do you have to be so possessive?" Heads turned in my direction. "Tch, always such a show-off. She hasn't changed a bit since graduation." "Monica's the only one nice enough to stay friends with her all these years." "It's just a beat-up car. If you love it so much, you should have just locked it up at home!" Even my boyfriend, Liam, chimed in, tugging at my arm. "Come on, Ava. Monica's just trying to be nice and get everyone home safely. Just let her." I stared at him, my heart a cold knot of fury. If I hadn't been reborn, I never would have known that he and Monica had been sleeping together for who knows how long. I yanked my arm away. "Have you forgotten? Monica's been drinking! If she gets in an accident in my car, who's going to be responsible?" The air went still for a few seconds. Everyone exchanged uneasy glances. "She has a point. Forget it, Monica. If she doesn't want to lend you her car, we'll just find our own way home." "No!" Monica waved her hands frantically. "I have to be the one to drive you all home!" She lowered her voice, trying to sound reassuring. "Don't worry! I only had a tiny sip! Besides, it's after one in the morning. The cops won't be out. Trust me." She reached out and clamped her hand over mine on the car keys. Her grip was surprisingly strong. It wasn't hard to guess why she was so insistent. In my last life, my car was rear-ended by a Rolls-Royce. The owner, a supposed tycoon, didn't want the hassle of insurance and just gave me the car. But how could she be so naive? To think someone would just hand over a car worth millions? Seeing my continued refusal, she suddenly burst into tears. "It's so late! There are girls here! It's dangerous to take a cab! It's safer if one of us drives." "Ava, if you think we're taking advantage of you, I can pay you for the gas." She fished five crisp hundred-dollar bills from her purse and shoved them at me. "Is this enough?" Liam snatched the money, pressed my keys into Monica's palm, and turned on me. "Just let her do it!" he sneered. "Monica is just worried about everyone's safety. I think you're just jealous that she's prettier and more popular than you." Before I could retort, Monica had already plopped herself into the driver's seat. The others started pulling me toward the back. "Come on, let's go. I'm exhausted." As soon as I was in the car, I heard Monica whisper excitedly, "Just you wait. This time, that million-dollar car will be mine!" I took a deep breath and smiled to myself in the darkness. You're in such a hurry to die? Fine. I'll help you. 02 Monica pulled out onto the road, her eyes, reflected in the rearview mirror, gleaming with a manic light. "Monica, slow down!" the classmate in the passenger seat warned. She just giggled. "Don't worry, I'm a great driver!" I don't know if it was the excitement or the alcohol, but we hadn't even left the parking lot when the car lurched into a sharp, sudden turn. My stomach clenched. Before I could even open my mouth to scream, there was a sickening crunch. An electric scooter was on its side, and a woman was sprawled on the pavement. The car erupted in chaos. "Monica, what the hell are you doing?" "Can you even drive? Maybe you should just give the keys back to Ava!" As the others berated her, Monica's face went pale, her hands trembling on the steering wheel. Liam panicked. He quickly unbuckled her seatbelt. "Monica, get in the back! Quick!" He lowered his voice, his eyes darting around nervously. "When the police get here, we'll just say Ava was driving." I stared at him in disbelief. "You want me to take the fall for her?" Liam squared his jaw, his voice dripping with self-righteousness. "Monica is your best friend. What's the big deal with helping her out?" "You haven't been drinking, and you have insurance. What are you so afraid of?" He yanked Monica out of the driver's seat. "Hurry, Monica. I won't let anything happen to you." But Monica suddenly snapped back to reality. She glanced at her watch, then violently shook her head, pulling away from Liam. She ran over to the woman on the ground. "How much do you want?" "Name your price. Just don't call the police. I can give you whatever you want!" The others started whispering. "What's wrong with Monica? A private settlement will cost a fortune." "Yeah, what if the woman asks for something outrageous?" "Monica, Ava's car is insured. Just come back." Monica ignored them, pressing the woman insistently. "Tell me how much you charge! Quick, I'm in a hurry!" The woman staggered to her feet, looking Monica up and down. "You think you can just leave? How do I know I won't have long-term injuries?" Monica pointed at my car. "If you're worried about that, take a picture of my license plate. But I really am in a hurry. Just name a number. I can afford it." Liam, utterly confused, grabbed her arm. "Monica, are you drunk?" Monica surreptitiously pulled him aside and whispered something in his ear. The color drained from Liam's face. His demeanor shifted instantly. He turned to the woman and shouted, "Monica's right! You have the license plate. If you have any problems later, you can find the owner of this car. We have to go now!" I couldn't believe them. This was my car! I quickly pulled out my phone, secretly started recording, and got out of the car. "I'm calling the police and my insura—" Before I could finish, Liam clamped a hand over my mouth. "Don't!" Seeing everyone staring at him, he stammered, "Monica was just being nice driving us home. We can't rat her out. If the police get involved, she'll never be able to get her license. What about her reputation?" Hilarious, I thought. What about my reputation? Before I could argue, Liam leaned in close, his voice venomous. "Ava, we're getting rid of this piece of junk tomorrow anyway. When I'm rich, I'll buy you a new one." Monica pulled him to her side and sneered at me. "Alright, you just think that because I was driving, you can extort me for money, right? I suggest you think bigger. There's nothing that can't be solved with a little cash." At her words, the older woman held up five fingers. Monica let out a sigh of relief and immediately took out 5,000 dollars from her wallet and gave it to that woman. The woman's jaw dropped. Monica, looking completely unfazed, said, "I thought it would be a lot more. It's only fifty thousand." The others were even more stunned. "Monica, I thought your family wasn't that well off. When did you become so rich?" "Yeah, that lady looks fine. A few scrapes at most." "Did you accidentally add an extra zero?" The woman swallowed hard, quickly righted her scooter, and took off. "Since it's settled, it's settled. This was your choice. Don't come looking for me later!" The others started to go after her, but Monica stopped them. She looked smug, almost mystical. "After tonight, I'm going to be a rich woman. Think of this fifty thousand as paying to ward off a disaster. It's no big deal." 03 With that, Monica slid back into the driver's seat, muttering under her breath, "Good thing that old hag didn't waste too much time. My luxury car should be showing up any minute now." Liam's face lit up with excitement. He rubbed his hands together. "This is great! We're about to be millionaires!" The people in the back seat ignored them, probably thinking they'd both lost their minds. Sure enough, ten minutes later, as Monica drove onto the same stretch of road where I'd been rear-ended in my past life, a limited-edition Rolls-Royce appeared in the rearview mirror, following closely behind. Monica saw it and started trembling with excitement. "That's it!" She slammed on the brakes. A second later, the Rolls-Royce crashed into us. This time, the others had had enough. They started crying and screaming at Monica. "What is with our luck tonight?" "Seriously! If you can't drive, stop trying to show off with someone else's car!" "Let us out! I'm not riding in this car anymore!" "Monica, did you do that on purpose?!" But Monica just sneered. "Oh really? Well, when I'm a millionaire, don't come crawling back to me." She got out of the car, feigning bewilderment as she looked at the crumpled trunk. "What happened...?" A man hurried out of the Rolls-Royce, frowning. "Why did you brake so suddenly?" He looked to be in his thirties, his hands adorned with gold jewelry. Monica put on an innocent act. "Oh, did I? I didn't notice. Isn't that a crosswalk up ahead? I was just trying to slow down." She batted her eyelashes, looking pitiable. Liam's eyes were glued to the Rolls-Royce. "Monica, you're a genius. It really happened..." He looked up at the driver, his tone suddenly aggressive. "No matter what, a rear-end collision is always the fault of the car behind! How dare you yell at Monica? So, how are you going to pay for this?" I pretended to panic. "This is my car! Look what you've done to it..." Monica shot me a sharp look. "What do you mean, your car? The car I'm driving is mine! I only let you borrow it because we're best friends. I can't believe you started telling people it was yours." Liam chimed in with a smirk. "That's right. I can vouch for that. I'm Ava's boyfriend, I know the whole story. Monica was just trying to protect her feelings by not calling her out." The others immediately started pointing fingers at me, sneering at my supposed hypocrisy. "So Ava's just a poser." "Yeah, driving someone else's car and pretending it's hers." "How pathetic." Just then, the Rolls-Royce driver glanced at his phone, and his face went white. He stumbled forward, interrupting them. "You said you're the owner of this car, right?" he asked Monica. "Look, I just got back from overseas. I'm not familiar with the police and insurance procedures here. Besides, I have too many of these cars at home." His voice trembled slightly. "Since I hit you, why don't I just give you the car?" At his words, everyone sobered up instantly. "No way! What kind of crazy luck is that?" "He's just giving away a million-dollar car?!" "Oh my god, that's insane!" Monica was so excited she was on the verge of tears, but she tried to play it cool. "Oh, I couldn't possibly..." The driver then looked at me. "How about I give it to you?" Before he could finish, Monica lunged forward and grabbed his arm. "Well, if you insist, I'll accept! Let's transfer the title tomorrow. What time works for you?" The man was sweating profusely. He hastily gave her a phone number. "Three o'clock tomorrow afternoon. I'll meet you at the DMV." Then he flagged down a taxi and sped away.
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