I deliberately crashed into the neighbor’s car. Grabbing my half-empty beer, I stormed out, ready to unleash hell.
Are you out of your damn mind? Do you have any idea how expensive my car is? Can you even afford to pay for the damage?
Ms. Henderson, the neighbor, was so furious she reached for her phone to call the police.
I sneered, “Go ahead, call them! Who cares? I’ll be right here waiting!”
The only reason I was acting like such a complete lunatic was because I had been reborn.
In my last life, my fianc, Blake Anderson, and his sister, Brooke, took my car for a joyride late one night. They hit and killed a cleaner, then framed me for it, making me take the fall.
I was sent to prison for ten years. My mother, unable to bear the shock and grief, suffered a brain hemorrhage and passed away.
Even after my release, Blake wouldn’t let me go. He used a mountain of debt to drive me to suicide.
When I opened my eyes again, I was backexactly 24 hours before the accident.
1
I stood at the entrance of the parking garage, intentionally parking my car way over the line.
“Bang!”
Ms. Henderson, the neighbor, backing into her spot, drove straight into my car’s rear bumper.
I immediately grabbed my half-drunk beer and swaggered over, cursing under my breath.
“Seriously, are you blind? You just totaled my car. Do you even have enough money to cover this?”
She caught a whiff of the alcohol on me and immediately blew up.
“Are you crazy? Drunk driving and you’re still this arrogant?”
I leaned against my car door, taking a slow sip of beer right in front of her.
“So go ahead and call the cops, then! Have them arrest me! I’m right here waiting. Do you dare?”
She was beyond furious. She immediately pulled out her phone to dial 91
“Hello, 911? There’s a lunatic here, drunk driving. Yes, Maplewood Estates…”
After hanging up, she glared at me.
“You just wait. You’ll be crying later, I promise.”
But I just smiled.
This was exactly what I wanted.
Soon, two police officers, body cameras rolling, walked towards us.
“What’s going on here?”
I immediately went to meet them, raising my hands, a barely suppressed grin on my face.
“It’s me! I was drunk driving! Arrest me!”
My reaction stunned everyone present.
Ms. Henderson quickly interjected.
“Yes! She was just like this! Completely out of control! People like her need to be severely punished!”
Officer Davis, the lead officer, frowned, then pulled out a breathalyzer.
“Please blow into this.”
I cooperated, taking a big breath and blowing. The device immediately let out a shrill alarm.
“Drunk driving,” Officer Davis said, his frown deepening.
“You’re currently suspected of reckless driving. Please show me your driver’s license and vehicle registration. You’ll need to come back to the precinct with us for further investigation.”
I immediately handed over the documents I’d already prepared, without the slightest hesitation.
“Is this girl out of her mind? She looks like she just won the lottery, she’s so happy.”
A younger officer mumbled beside him.
I was escorted into the patrol car. Through the window, I saw several neighbors in the complex curiously peering out.
But I remained perfectly calm.
This was exactly what I wanted. The more eyewitnesses, the better.
At the interrogation room, my cooperation was surprisingly thorough.
“Officer, I drank two beers and a bottle of red wine just now. I definitely qualify for reckless driving.”
Officer Garcia, the female officer recording my statement, was completely dumbfounded. She’d never seen a suspect so eager to be detained.
“Barbara Saunders, do you know the consequences of drunk driving?” she asked, her expression serious.
I nodded.
“A thousand-dollar fine, and detention.”
2
Officer Garcia stared, momentarily speechless.
“You know that and you still did it?”
I managed to squeeze out a few tears at just the right moment.
“Yes, I truly know I messed up.”
She sighed, then continued to ask for more details. I answered each question, making sure every word was recorded.
When the questioning ended, she didn’t leave immediately, instead watching me thoughtfully.
“You don’t really seem like the type to drunk drive,” she suddenly said.
My heart skipped a beat. I forced myself to stay calm.
“People… sometimes make mistakes.”
She nodded, seeming about to say something.
Just then, hurried footsteps echoed from the doorway.
“Barbara Saunders!”
Mom and my childhood best friend, Noah Miller, burst through the doors, their faces etched with worry.
“How did you guys know?”
My words had barely left my lips when Mom rushed over and hugged me tightly.
“Barbara, are you okay?”
Feeling the real warmth of her embrace, my eyes welled up.
It was so good. In this life, Mom was still alive.
“Barbara, tell me the truth. How could you make such a mistake?”
Noah frowned, looking at me. He couldn’t fathom how someone as cautious and law-abiding as me could commit reckless driving.
Officer Garcia frowned, adding,
“The breathalyzer results clearly show Ms. Saunders was indeed driving under the influence.”
Noah looked at her. “Hello, I’m her lawyer…”
But before he could finish, I cut him off coldly.
“No. I don’t need a lawyer.”
Mom’s eyes immediately reddened. She grabbed my hand, her voice thick with tears.
“Barbara, what are you saying? Noah’s here to help you. Let’s just get you bailed out first, we can talk about the rest later.”
Looking at them, I fought hard against the urge to tell them everything.
In my last life, I was framed by my fianc’s family, leaving me no way to defend myself.
Mom ran around, begging for help for me, eventually falling ill from the stress and grief.
Noah, in his desperation to find evidence for me, used extreme measures, ultimately losing his law license.
This time, I wouldn’t let Mom die from a brain hemorrhage because of me.
And I wouldn’t let Noah sacrifice his incredibly promising career for me.
So, I had to stay here.
Only by doing this could I protect everyone.
“Mom, Noah, don’t interfere this time. Let me handle it myself. This is how I can truly grow up.”
Then I told the police, “I plead guilty. Please detain me.”
I also refused any further visits.
At 10 PM, the blood test results came back.
Conclusive evidence of drunk driving.
“According to the law, we will be taking criminal detention measures against you.”
I nodded.
“Yes, I accept the penalty.”
Signing, fingerprinting, photos C once the whole process was done, I was led to the holding cell.
The moment the iron door clanged shut behind me, I let out a long, shaky breath. Phase one of the plan: complete.
I was the only one in the holding cell. I curled up in a corner, beginning to think about my next step.
Under the law, drunk driving detention is a maximum of 24 hours, after which bail can be requested.
I looked up at the clock on the wall. 7:45 PM.
In my last life, just an hour from now, my fianc’s sister had secretly taken my car, sped recklessly, and hit and killed a cleaner.
After the incident, my fianc had Brooke change into my clothes, and since the car was mine, he bribed the only other cleaner on site. They both swore I was the one driving.
I was helpless to defend myself and was unjustly imprisoned for ten years.
But now, at the exact time of the accident, I was safely locked up in a police holding cell.
2
The memory of Blake, his fingers digging into my chin in my previous life, sneering, “No alibi means you’re dead in the water,” made me want to laugh right now.
Now, with the police report, the interrogation room surveillance, and the blood test results, the entire justice system would be my alibi. Who could possibly question it?
Time ticked by, second by second. I would doze off, then stare at the clock on the wall.
8:43 AM.
My heart pounded.
The time had come!
Suddenly, I heard a commotion outside, followed by hurried footsteps.
Had the accident happened?
Had they found my car?
Sure enough, at 6 AM, Officer Davis appeared at the holding cell, his expression grave.
“Barbara Saunders,” he said, his tone unusually serious,
“Last night, there was a hit-and-run on Riverfront Road. A cleaner was killed on impact. The vehicle involved was your white BMW 520, license plate number 520 XYZ.”
I widened my eyes, feigning shock and confusion.
“What? No way! My car has been parked in the complex garage the whole time!”
Mom, who had been anxiously waiting outside the door, rushed in when she heard this.
“Barbara! What’s going on? Is this why you wouldn’t let me see you? Because you hit and killed someone?”
I frowned, about to explain.
Just then, the door pushed open. My fianc, Blake Anderson, appeared with his sister, Brooke, and a thin, dark-skinned old man.
“Barbara Saunders! You hit someone last night, did you know that? You fled the scene! Do you have any conscience?!”
My eyes widened in surprise, and even Officer Davis beside me looked stunned.
I had been at the police station since yesterday afternoon. How could they still try to pin this on me?
I spoke coldly.
“I was here yesterday because of drunk driving, so…”
Brooke shrieked when she heard this.
“Aha! So you *were* drunk driving! No wonder you ran away after hitting someone and killing them!”
Mom panicked.
“Don’t talk nonsense! My daughter would never do such a thing!”
“Why not? We have a witness right here! Are you still going to defend her? No wonder you raised her to be so lawless!”
My face turned ashen with rage.
“Brooke, you can talk about me, but how dare you talk about my mom? And where is this ‘witness’ of yours?”
Brooke scoffed dismissively.
“Looks like you won’t admit your crime until the very last moment.”
No sooner had she spoken than the thin, dark-skinned old man beside her suddenly lunged at me.
“Aha! You killed my wife, and you’re still so arrogant! Are cleaners’ lives not lives too?”
More and more onlookers gathered, whipped into a frenzy by Brooke and the old man’s words.
“I can’t believe such a young woman could be so vicious!”
“Exactly! And she even dares to lie to the police!”
“They should lock her up and execute her directly!”
Hearing this, Mom’s body swayed. She collapsed to the ground.
She cried, explaining to everyone,
“My daughter wouldn’t do something like this! Don’t spread rumors!”
My heart ached. I wanted to rush forward but was blocked by a group of people behind me. Many took advantage of the chaos, hitting and cursing me. I took several punches, my arms bruised and purple.
“Barbara! Barbara!”
Mom ran to save me, taking several blows to her back as well.
Seeing the situation quickly deteriorating, Officer Davis quickly stepped forward to help, pulling us behind him.
“I drove home yesterday at 6:30 PM and haven’t moved my car since!” I shouted frantically.
“There’s surveillance footage in the garage that can prove it!”
Blake’s face immediately changed, but he quickly put on a devastated, heartbroken act.
3
“Barbara, don’t try to deny it. If you made a mistake, you need to own up to it. Don’t worry, I’ll hire the best lawyer for you.”
Before I could speak, he turned to Officer Davis.
“Officer, rest assured, as her family, we’re deeply saddened, but we absolutely will not cover for her!”
At that, I scoffed, a cold smile playing on my lips.
“Deeply saddened.”
“Absolutely will not cover for her.” What a joke.
In my last life, to celebrate his sister getting her driver’s license, Blake secretly took my brand-new car, which I’d owned for less than two weeks.
Later, Brooke, due to reckless driving, hit a cleaner on the road, killing them instantly.
To escape responsibility, Blake immediately told her to get out of the car, then found my forgotten jacket in the back seat and threw it onto the driver’s seat.
He also bribed the only eyewitness at the scene, another cleaner, paying him a large sum of money to keep quiet.
In court, I was cornered by their so-called evidence, unable to defend myself, no matter how much I explained, no one believed me.
I was unjustly imprisoned for ten years. Mom sold our family property and ran around, begging for help to save me.
But in the end, unable to find assistance, she fell ill from stress and grief and soon died suddenly from a brain hemorrhage.
My childhood friend, Noah, trying to find evidence for me, even resorted to “threatening” and “pressuring” that old cleaner.
But ultimately, he was accused of “coercing” a witness, had his license revoked, and was banned from practicing law for life.
After my release from prison, I mysteriously found myself buried under hundreds of millions in debt, eventually unable to bear the burden, and I jumped to my death.
Thinking of all this, I wished I could just kill them right then and there!
This time, I wouldn’t let them frame me so easily!
Officer Davis frowned, looking at Blake, and said coldly,
“Ms. Saunders has been under investigation at our precinct since last night. You claim she hit someone with her car. Do you have any evidence?”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Blake immediately pulled out the “evidence” he had prepared beforehand from his bag.
“Officer, we found my fiance’s driver’s license at the scene of the accident.”
He was completely immersed in the excitement of his own cleverness, not noticing Officer Davis’s expression change slightly.
“You’re saying she drove and killed someone last night, and then left her driver’s license at the scene?”
Though Blake was puzzled why he kept confirming, he still nodded.
“Yes, this driver’s license is hers. If you don’t believe me, check again.”
Hearing this, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I burst out laughing.
“Blake Anderson, Blake Anderson, have you ever heard the saying, ‘He who digs a pit for others falls into it himself’?”
He looked up at me, anger flaring in his eyes, but he dared not show too much in front of the police.
“Barbara, I know you’re scared right now, but don’t talk nonsense. Just be honest with the police and try to get a lenient sentence.”
“Exactly, Barbara! You already admitted to drunk driving, which means you drank too much then and don’t even remember the crime you committed.”
I raised an eyebrow, finding it amusing how eagerly they were trying to pin the crime on me.
After witnessing the entire farce, Officer Davis could no longer hold back.
“Yesterday afternoon, when we responded to the call, we confiscated Ms. Saunders’ driver’s license and vehicle registration.”
“Furthermore, after her statement was taken last night, Ms. Saunders’ mother and her lawyer friend also came, but they didn’t take her out either.”
“Which means she has been under my direct observation from yesterday afternoon until now. How could she possibly commit a hit-and-run?”
At his words, the entire room fell silent.
Blake never imagined things would turn out this way. He stared at me in disbelief.
“How… how could this be?”
I looked up, watching him calmly, and then suddenly smiled.
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