She Stole My Money, Now She Begs for Mercy

Summary

I opened my eyes, shocked to find myself back at the start of the nightmare—the campus sweetheart was pulling out her card.

This time, I didn’t let her speak. I took out my own card and announced, "It’s on me."

No one knew that every "generous" swipe of hers—praised by all for her beauty and kindness—ended up charged to me. My part‑time earnings vanished under her "charity," and my physics competition scholarship was wiped out when she "treated the class."

When I finally confronted her, the whole class accused me of slandering her out of jealousy.