Reborn back to the day of the wedding examination

Before getting our marriage license, my fiancé, Frank, and I went for a premarital checkup. Turns out, the doctor examining us was Frank's childhood sweetheart, Juliet.

When the results came back, Juliet held up my report and yelled, "Why did you hide your multiple abortions? Are you trying to pull a fast one and pretend you're a virgin?"

I frowned, explaining I'd had fibroid surgery, but she burst into tears and fell into Frank's arms. "A fibroid scar isn't that big! Frank, you have to be careful. Don't get scammed by this tramp!"

I was livid. We argued, but I didn't know Juliet was a so-called "influencer doctor," live-streaming the whole thing. After I left, Juliet twisted the facts to her followers. I became a shameless slut, and she, a brilliant doctor, a goddess who helped men identify "tramps."

I couldn't stand the online harassment. I found my medical records and asked them to clear my name. Frank ripped them up and threw them in my face. "Juliet's a top doctor! She wouldn't be wrong! You forged these, you lying slut! Don't think you can fool me!"

In despair, I took my own life. Juliet used my death to boost her fame, gaining tons of followers and adoration.

Then, I woke up. Back in the examination room, the day of the checkup.

1.

"Why did you hide your multiple abortions?!" That familiar voice dragged me back.

Looking at Juliet's fake concern, I snatched my report back. "Where does it say I had abortions?! Don't just make stuff up!"

Juliet flinched, her eyes welling up. "I was just trying to be helpful! Girls need to respect themselves. Why are you so aggressive?!"

The waiting room crowd, eager for drama, gathered around.

"The doctor's just doing her job. Why isn't the patient grateful?"

"She's probably scared of her past being exposed. Classic. Party girl finds a nice guy to settle down with after she's sown her wild oats. Poor guy, what did he ever do?"

"Yeah, if you're gonna do it, own it."

It was a busy day for marriage licenses. A crowd quickly formed. One woman tried to shush her boyfriend's snarky comments, but he shrugged her off. "Let me talk! I hate these women. They play the field, then want a big, fat wedding and a guy to take care of them. Busted!"

Juliet, loving the attention, gave a sweet, gentle smile. "Yes, as a doctor, I can't just stand by and watch someone… with this kind of history… trick someone into marriage. I have a responsibility to my patients, and to everyone's future happiness. This patient has had so many abortions. Her uterus is covered in scars. Who knows if she can even have kids…"

As she spoke, she posed for the camera on her desk. Her performance earned her a flurry of virtual gifts on her livestream.

I gripped my report, took a deep breath, and slapped Juliet across the face.

2.

Juliet was stunned. Her cheek instantly reddened. After a moment, she shrieked, "You hit me?! How dare you?! Do you know who I am?!"

I waved the report, my voice louder than hers. "I know exactly who you ar...