Chapter 2

The moment my message landed in the group, the lively chatter died. An absolute, loaded silence fell.

A few minutes later, my next-door neighbor erupted.

"What the FUCK are you talking about, you crazy bitch? My baby is turning one next month! How DARE you say that?"

"You all saw that, right? This barren witch in Unit 705 can't have her own, so she's putting a curse on mine!"

The other neighbors, witnessing the firestorm, quickly rallied around Jaclyn.

"@Vivian, that was completely out of line. You never bring a child into it."

Someone else tried to calm Jaclyn.

"Jaclyn, sweetie, take a breath. We all have to live here. Let's just talk this through calmly."

Jaclyn didn't like that one bit.

"Talk nicely? My ass! What is there to talk about with a piece of trash like her? She just can't stand seeing me happy, seeing my baby alive!"

"My baby has a heart condition! He barely made it to one year old, and the doctors said we have to be extra careful with him!"

"If anything happens to my baby because of her, I'll put her in the ground myself!"

The virtual mob in the group chat quickly fell in line, their words turning into weapons aimed at me.

"Jaclyn has a point. You should really control yourselves late at night."

"It's past ten. Have some decency."

Reading their messages, I just felt it was absolutely absurd.

I've lived alone in Unit 705 since the day I moved in. Not a single man has ever set foot in my apartment.

As for Jaclyn next door, her baby passed away shortly after birth.

How could I possibly, with a non-existent man, wake up a dead child?

I was about to explain when Jaclyn started cursing me in the group again.

"You bitch, are you starting again? Will you die if you don't go at it all night?"

"Are you doing this on purpose? You don't want my baby to be well, do you? He's finally grown this big, and you just have to kill him, huh?"

"If his heart condition acts up and something happens, can you even take responsibility?"

Several other neighbors also sent messages, their words dripping with impatience.

"Vivian, her child is sick, he has a heart condition. Do you really have to be so mean to a child?"

"Yeah, Jaclyn is a single mom, it's not easy for her. If you can't be considerate, fine, but don't curse her child to die!"

In my previous life, I repeatedly explained that I lived alone, but they completely ignored me.

Instead, Jaclyn started harassing me even more aggressively.

I called building management and even the police, but they were useless against her.

In a rage, I just packed up and stayed at my best friend's for a few days.

I never imagined that when I returned to Unit 705, Jaclyn would directly break into my apartment with a knife and stab me to death.

Even now, whenever I close my eyes, I remember Jaclyn's deranged expression.

I couldn't hold back my anger anymore and just sent a voice note to the group, screaming.

"Can you stop bothering me?! Your child died a long time ago!"