Chapter 1

I’ve always been known as the prettiest and most popular teacher at our school. Everyone admired me. But then, one of my students, a boy I tried really hard to help, tricked me. He drugged me, and while I was out of it, calling him "sweetie," he put his hand under my shirt.

Afterwards, he bragged about it and shared videos everywhere. "What's so great about her? I slept with her, and she’s not special at all," he said.

My world crashed. No one looked up to me anymore. My husband left me, my family was ostracized, and I got fired from the school. The online bullying was too much, so I jumped from the school's roof.

But then a miracle happened. I woke up again on the exact day that boy was supposed to transfer into my class.

Once again, I stood in front of my senior-year class, wearing my familiar Bohemian dress and white sandals, looking as graceful as ever.

I was still that young, beautiful English teacher.

A new student had just joined our class, and today was his first day.

As he walked in, everyone looked at him curiously and started whispering.

"Whoa, he's so ugly! My expectations have just been crushed."

"I'm not being mean, but he makes me feel sick. Sorry, not sorry."

He walked in with a limp, his face covered in acne scars, and a big mole under his nose.

"Hi everyone, I'm Rolf Wagner. "

At that moment, he shyly greeted the class, his gaze fixed on me.

I stopped breathing for a second.

Rolf Wagner — no matter how many times I die, I'll never forget that name. Hatred surged within me.

In my previous life, I pitied him for his poor background, stood up to bullies for him, bought him new clothes, and taught him life lessons.

But on a stormy night, Rolf Wagner followed me home.

I let him in to avoid the rain, but he secretly drugged my drink.

While I rested on the couch, calling my husband's name in a daze, he trembled as he unbuttoned my shirt.

I passed out completely, helpless.

The next day, I woke up covered in bruises and marks. Panicking, I immediately called the police, but he was nowhere to be found.

During the days he disappeared, I was constantly on edge.

Then, I saw the explicit video that was spreading like wildfire in every group chat, captioned:

"What's the big deal about her? I've had her, and she's nothing special."

The woman in the video being humiliated was me, sobbing helplessly, begging for mercy.

The internet exploded with rumors, because once, my candid photos had gone viral, and I had been dubbed by netizens as the "Dream Girl" and "First Love Face."

#DreamGirlTeacherFakesDrunkennessToSeduceStudent#

He didn't come forward to admit what he did. Instead, he hid in the shadows and sent me a creepy anonymous text:

"Mrs. Gregory, now you and I are both in the mud. Be with me, I'll treat you well."

Ultimately, unable to withstand the online bullying, I jumped off the school's rooftop in despair.

At that time, I was already three months pregnant.

From being praised by everyone as their ideal to falling from grace, I found myself in a hopeless abyss.

But now, as I once again stand in front of the classroom, looking down at the students below.

The gears of fate start turning. This is my chance to redeem myself.