The babysitter's daughter sold my cruise ship

Ashley’s nanny’s daughter, Tiffany, sold my eight-million-dollar yacht. Said I was constantly having abortions and needed the money donated to a temple to, you know, build up some good karma for me.

My brother, Jason, backed her up, totally throwing me under the bus.

My classmates turned it into a joke. My fiancé, Ethan, heard about it, thought I was way too wild, and broke off the engagement.

So, I called the cops. But they all ganged up, claimed I was crazy, and had me committed.

My family orchestrated my torture at the asylum, and I died young.

Then, I opened my eyes, and I was back on the day the yacht disappeared…

…

I woke up with a start. Tiffany was standing right there, arms spread out, defiantly blocking my path.

She flinched when she saw the pure hatred in my eyes, then put on this pathetic, pleading expression.

“Why did you have to show off your yacht? Couldn’t you have just taken everyone to a fancy restaurant?” she whined. “Ethan, look at her! Just graduated and she’s already so extravagant! She’ll bankrupt us!”

Ethan, seeing my face, immediately pulled Tiffany behind him.

“Enough, Ash. Tiffany already sold the yacht. Just take your friends home.”

He bent down and tucked a stray hair behind Tiffany's ear. They exchanged a smile, like selling my eight-million-dollar yacht was nothing.

Their smugness made me sick to my stomach. “Grandma gave me that yacht. Who are you two to touch my things?”

Jason stared at me, shocked, like he couldn't believe I was defying him. “Ashley, don’t you know who’s going to be running things around here?”

I didn’t before, but after dying, I knew. I was the true heir to the family fortune.

The memory of my past life sent a chill down my spine. My voice turned icy. “Oh, so the nanny’s daughter steals the employer’s yacht, and my brother defends the thief. Guess I have to call the cops before you two confess.”

Tiffany burst into tears, wailing to my classmates, who were watching the whole thing unfold.

“I did it for your own good, Ashley! You’re always spending money like water, and your… personal life is a mess. You’ve had so many abortions! You need to pray for forgiveness!”

“So, I sold the yacht to get money for the temple, so those poor babies can be reborn.”

My classmates started booing.

Last time, Tiffany’s lies made me so furious I slapped her. That just pissed Jason off, and he joined Tiffany in lecturing me about sleeping around.

My classmates spread the story, which eventually reached Ethan. The engagement was off, and my dad saw me as useless.

Tiffany quickly hooked up with Ethan. To get rid of me for good, she and Jason fabricated evidence that I was mentally unstable and had me committed. They made sure I was abused until I died.

Those two adulterous lovers, one took my inheritance, the other took my fiancé.

The thought made me tremble with rage. I pulled out my phone. “A nanny’s daughter accusing her employer? Tiffany, I hope you’re this brave when you talk to the police....