After my movie star mother was sent to a mental hospital, I was tortured to death by my manipulative "green tea" stepmother. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn... as a four-year-old! On a family reality show, the Green Tea stuffed me into a washing machine to frame my mom. I wailed at the top of my lungs. "The Bad Auntie told me to get in! She said there was a kitty inside! She said she's gonna be my new mommy and I can't listen to my old mommy anymore!" The Green Tea tried to shush me, whispering threats. I screamed louder, backing away in terror. "Auntie, I promise I won't tell the truth anymore! Please don't kill me!" She stood up in shock, and I threw myself down the stairs. "Mommy! Daddy! Help! Auntie's threats didn't work so now she's trying to silence me for good!" She exploded, trying to explain herself, but literally zero people believed her. [She's four years old! How could she frame you?] [I swear, if this Green Tea tries to hurt anyone else, I will drag her until she quits the internet!] Watching her get torn apart online, her reputation in tatters, I smiled. Your tricks might work on a toddler, but this time? The tables have turned. 1 "Summer!" Chloe, the Green Tea in question, gritted her teeth. "Look at the camera and think carefully before you speak. Did Auntie tell you to get in, or did your mommy forget you were inside when she started the laundry?!" Seeing Chloe on the verge of a breakdown, I cried even harder. "Waaaah! It was you! You told me to get in! I was scared because Mommy said the washing machine is dangerous, but you said there was a kitty inside! You said you were too big to fit, so I had to save the kitty!" Chloe looked like she was about to explode. She couldn't understand. She had me wrapped around her finger before. Why was I suddenly not playing along? Not only did I refuse to frame my mom, Scarlett, but I was exposing her right in front of everyone. How could a four-year-old know how to do this? She stomped her foot in frustration. She had no idea that I was reborn. In my past life, Chloe tricked me into climbing into the washing machine, then publicly accused my mom of having postpartum depression and trying to kill me. Four-year-old me didn't understand anything. I was just scared by the yelling and cried. Chloe took the opportunity to "protect" me in her arms, secretly pinching me to make me nod along with her lies. My mom spiraled into depression because of these setups. She started doubting herself, even engaging in self-harm. My dad tried to protect us, but soon after, Chloe snuck into his room, took compromising photos, and leaked them. After that, my happy family fell apart. Mom had a complete breakdown and was sent to a sanitarium. Dad, under immense public pressure, married Chloe. A year later, I "accidentally" fell and became paralyzed. My life became hell. No outdoors, no friends. Just lying in a dull room, staring at the ceiling, waiting to die. I prayed countless times to go back to the moment I first met Chloe. I swore if I got a second chance, I would tear off her mask and make her suffer a thousand times over. And now, I'm back. Chloe, the show is just beginning. Noticing the commotion, the crew started to gather around. I wailed even louder. "Auntie, I'm sorry! I won't tell the truth anymore!" "I won't tell everyone you like my daddy and want to be my new mommy! Please stop pinching me!" Chloe shot up from her chair in rage. I saw my chance and rolled myself down the stairs. "Help! The weird Auntie is trying to kill me because I won't listen to her!" That scream brought everyone running. My parents, Jason and Scarlett, who were downstairs cooking, rushed up. Mom grabbed me, while Dad, radiating a chill, slapped Chloe hard across the face. "Are you insane?! She's a child!" Chloe was stunned. "I didn't! It wasn't me! She's framing me!" Mom gritted her teeth, ignoring the cameras, and slapped her twice more. "Why would she frame you? She's four years old!" Chloe clutched her face, stammering, unable to say a word. In that moment, everything felt right. In my last life, I was too young to understand the dark currents between adults. But now, the one who couldn't explain herself was finally Chloe. The crew arrived just in time to see me fall as Chloe stood up. They didn't hesitate to testify for me. The producers were furious and wanted to kick Chloe off the show. At the critical moment, I hugged Chloe's leg. "Auntie said she didn't mean to push me. I'm not hurt. Please don't punish her." My parents looked at my pitiful face, tears welling up. "Sweetheart, she bullied you so much, and you're still defending her... oh..." The livestream comments were flooded with praise. [Is this Jason and Scarlett's daughter? She's adorable and so kind-hearted! I'm in love.] [Only the children of movie stars could have such great character. I'm a fan!] [I'm watching this show solely to protect Summer. If Chloe hurts her again, I'm rallying the girls to cancel her into oblivion!] Amidst the praise, I looked at the defeated Chloe. "Apologize to me, and we'll forget about it." Chloe clenched her fists so hard her nails dug into her palms. But even so, she knew she had to bend. "I'm sorry." I smiled politely. Seeing me forgive her, no one else pressed the issue. But this sealed her fate. She apologized, which meant she admitted to bullying a child. She bowed to stay on the show, but to the world, that bow was a confession. Chloe would never escape the label of a child abuser. Forevermore, people would remember her as the woman who pushed a kid down the stairs because threats didn't work. Just thinking about it felt good! 2 The show went on. My parents comforted me, checked for injuries, and went back to cooking. This time, they were smarter. They sat me on a little stool right by the kitchen door. I swung my legs, and soon enough, I spotted a sneaky Chloe. She was holding a beautifully wrapped bento box, smiling at me with sinister intent. Meeting my gaze, she forced her expression into a twisted, ugly smile. "Sweetie, Auntie doesn't know what I did to make you misunderstand me." "Look, Auntie made you pudding. Try it. Consider it Auntie's apology, okay?" I smiled back. It didn't reach my eyes. "Sure!" I snatched the pudding and ran toward my parents on my short legs. "Look! The weird Auntie made me pudding! Yay! It's mango flavor!" Hearing "mango," my parents' faces went pale. They abandoned the stove and lunged at me. "Don't eat it! You're allergic to mango!" I stopped immediately and spat the pudding out obediently. "That's so weird. The weird Auntie knows I'm allergic. Why did she give it to me?" "Oh my gosh, is she trying to hurt me?" My parents turned green. They unleashed hell on Chloe. "Are you sick in the head?! The production notes clearly state Summer is allergic to mango! Feeding her allergens on purpose? You're trying to kill her!" "Summer is four! How did a child offend you so much that you'd push her down stairs and then poison her?! If you have a problem with us, come at us! Leave the kid alone!" "Chloe, what the hell is wrong with you?!" Berated by my parents, Chloe pointed a trembling finger at me. "Summer, I never said that was for you! You're framing me again!" I spread my chubby little hands. "Check the cameras then." The laundry room didn't have cameras, so I had to rely on the hallway cam to catch my fall. But the kitchen was on the first floor. Cameras everywhere. Video and audio. Chloe's arrogance vanished. "Th-there's a misunderstanding. I bought the pudding. I didn't know it had mango." I pouted. "Tch." "You just said you made it yourself. Do you really think I'm a three-year-old?" The comments went wild. [Four-year-old Summer be like: I'm not a three-year-old.] [Why is a grown woman always trying to hurt Summer? Does she get off on abusing kids? Investigate her!] [Stop laughing guys, allergies can kill. This isn't a joke.] Everyone held their breath, waiting for my parents' decision. They looked at me. I nodded seriously. "Since Auntie says I framed her, let's check. I'm just a kid, I can't grow up being called a liar." Chloe's eyes reddened, on the verge of tears. "Don't..." Her reaction said it all. The people here were entertainment bigwigs. They weren't stupid. Someone pulled the footage. Chloe tricking me into eating the pudding was played back in high definition for everyone to see and hear. Chloe was dumbfounded. In my last life, she gave me mango pudding too. Right before dinner. After watching me eat it, she added mango jam to the dessert Mom made. During dinner, I went into anaphylactic shock. Swelling up, suffocating. Everyone investigated. They found mango in Mom's dessert. Dad was disappointed. The public attacked her. Mom was consumed by guilt. She truly believed she was a bad mother. She spiraled into regret and self-blame, afraid to even touch me after that. It gave Chloe the perfect opening! Thinking of Mom's broken tears, my heart ached. I buried my face in her chest and sobbed. "Mommy, I'm scared. Will the allergy kill me? I don't want to die." Mom held me with one arm, clenched her other fist, stood up, and punched Chloe to the ground. "You animal!" The comments exploded. [That punch was clean! Is this the power of a mother?] [Scarlett's range just expanded. She can do action movies now!] [Well deserved! Anyone who hurts kids is a psycho. She deserved that beating!] The slap mark on Chloe's face had just faded, and now it was swelling up again. She was livid! "How dare you hit me!" She looked at my dad, acting fragile. "Jason, look at her. How can she be so violent..." Before she finished, Dad punched her on the other side of her face. "What is your problem? You poison my daughter in front of me and then try to tattle on my wife?" "I don't hit women or children, but for an animal like you, I'll make an exception!" I couldn't help but giggle. The room filled with stifled laughter. Chloe gritted her teeth for a while, then ran off crying. This time, the producers didn't let it slide. They issued a termination notice. Since it was late, they told her to pack up and leave first thing in the morning. I didn't argue. I knew Chloe would use the remaining time to pull something else. The tighter the deadline, the more pressure she'd feel, and the more mistakes she'd make. That night, the group dispersed early because of the drama. I deliberately pestered Mom to take me outside to count stars. Soon enough, I saw a thin figure by the hotel corridor window. Someone couldn't wait. Hook, line, and sinker! "Mommy, let's go find Daddy!" "Can you start a livestream? I want everyone to see Daddy reading me a bedtime story!" Bedtime stories were our family ritual. Tonight was Dad's turn. Considering I fell down stairs and almost got poisoned today, Mom didn't lecture me about privacy. She played along and started the stream. I held the phone, my little legs pumping fast. [Hi brothers and sisters! Want to hear a story with Summer?] The comments praised my parents for spoiling me, asked about my health, and laughed at my precociousness. Soon, I led Mom to quietly ambush Dad's room. "Mommy, let's sneak in. We'll scare Daddy with the fans!" Mom laughed and tiptoed along with me. We snuck to the bedside. I jumped up and slapped the light switch. And there, two million viewers came face-to-face with Chloe, wearing risqué lingerie. In the dead silence, I let out an ear-piercing scream. "Why is the weird Auntie naked?! Why is she wearing bunny ears?! Scary!!" Mom covered my eyes and started kicking Dad, who was in the bed. "Jason! Get up!" Dad swayed but didn't react. My heart went cold. "Oh no! The weird Auntie killed Daddy!" Mom realized something was wrong and called the medics. Checkup result: Dad was in a coma from an overdose of sleeping pills. And the source of the pills... Everyone looked at Chloe. Chloe was taken away by the police for investigation before she could even explain. A few days later, the results were out. Chloe drugged Dad and stole his key card, planning to create a scandal to force his hand. The news nailed her to the cross of shame. She became the most hated female celebrity of the year. Bar none. Her career was over. Contracts were canceled due to the morality clause. She was drowning in debt. I finally breathed a sigh of relief, hugging my parents tight. In this life, I won't lose you again.
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