My Twin Sister Framed Me With Her Secret Baby, So I Ruined Her Life.

Growing up, my parents only had eyes for my twin sister, Maya. When she wanted piano lessons, I starved myself and saved every penny to help pay her tuition. Whenever she messed up, I was the one who had to apologize. Even when she went abroad, got into a relationship, and ended up pregnant, their first instinct was to make me clean up her mess. Maya was about to marry into a wealthy family. The scandal of having a baby out of wedlock would ruin her chances. So, they dumped her newborn baby right outside my lecture hall, holding up a forged DNA test. "Chloe, this is your biological daughter! How can you be so heartless and abandon her?" Instantly, I became the most hated person on campus. The cyberbullying was relentless. Eventually, they cornered me on the balcony of the science building. In the chaos, I fell to my death. After I died, my parents sued the school, got a massive settlement, and Maya happily married her billionaire. But then, I opened my eyes. I was reborn, back to the exact day my parents came to destroy my reputation. This time, before they could even pull out their forged DNA test, I beat them to the punch. Holding the baby, my mom sobbed, "Chloe, we cannot let you abandon this poor child." My dad glared at me. "Drop out of college today! You're going home to raise your daughter!" But I didn't panic. I calmly pulled a paper out of my bag. "First of all, this baby isn't mine. Second, you have no right to force me to do anything. If you don't leave, I'm calling the cops." My dad flew into a rage. "We raised you for twenty years, and now you're disowning us?!" The crowd of students around us started whispering. "So cold-blooded. How can she disown her own parents?" "Getting pregnant in college isn't even that big of a deal. Why can't she just talk to them?" "Wait, if she's willing to call the cops, maybe those two are scammers?" "Who would be stupid enough to fake being someone's parents? She's definitely the one abandoning her baby." In my past life, I was too terrified of a scene. I kept quiet and tried to defuse things privately. That hesitation led to them cornering me and pushing me off that balcony. Now, I just watched them put on their little show. When they paused, I spoke up. "If you're really my parents, what's my major?" The two of them exchanged a panicked look, instantly tongue-tied. The crowd leaned in, waiting. My mom swallowed hard. "Your... your major has such a complicated name. I can't think of it right now." My dad forced a chuckle. "Yeah, we aren't good with those fancy college terms." "Okay, but surely you know what I actually study?" The crowd stared at them again. They stared at each other for a long time. Finally, my dad blurted out, "Math?" I stayed silent. My dad nudged my mom. She stammered, "Physics?" Still, I didn't react. "Accounting, then!" "Yes, exactly! One of those finance-y things!" They were still guessing wildly. The crowd fell dead silent. Before I could even speak, the campus security officer standing nearby couldn't take it anymore. "She's a Finance major! Even I know she's Chloe Miller, one of our top students. You claim to be her parents, but you don't even know what she studies?" Someone in the crowd gasped. "Oh, she's the girl who wins the top department scholarship every year!" My parents tried to stammer out an excuse. But the looks on the surrounding students' faces had completely shifted. I looked at the security guard. "Please, call the police." Angry, the guard whipped out his phone and started dialing. My mom's face turned white. She grabbed my dad's arm and began stepping back. "You... you guys..." Muttering curses under their breath, they clutched the baby and squeezed through the crowd, running off without looking back. That night, I was doing my homework when my roommates kept glancing at me, hesitating to speak. Confused, I looked up. One of them tossed her phone onto my desk. "See for yourself." It was a TikTok Live stream hosted by a popular campus influencer, "Red Hood" (Amber). My parents were on screen, sobbing as they accused their daughter of abandoning her newborn. "We hate to air our dirty laundry," my mom cried, "but we have no choice. She's the mother! What are we supposed to do if she won't take responsibility?" They didn't name me directly, but they kept showing hospital photos and clips of a girl who looked exactly like me in the maternity ward. It was Maya. Since she was supposed to be studying in the UK, nobody would ever suspect her. Amber yelled into the camera, "To this straight-A student mom out there: you abandoned your own baby. How do you sleep at night?" The viewer count had already hit 100,000. I handed the phone back, giving a careless shrug. "It's just someone who looks like me. They didn't say my name." Right then, a text popped up on my phone: Chloe, if you just cooperate, we'll clear your name. I ignored it and locked my screen. Before I slept, another text arrived: You can run, but you can't hide forever. I knew they wouldn't give up. Fortunately, I was ready.The TikTok Live went viral. By morning, it was trending on the local campus feed. I went to the dining hall for breakfast. Looking at the menu, I said, "An oatmeal bowl, please..." "Out," the server said, staring at me blankly. "How about scrambled eggs?" "Out." I took a deep breath. "A slice of toast and a cup of orange juice." "Sold out." I watched the student in the next line walk away with oatmeal, eggs, toast, and juice. I lost my patience. "If this station is closed, put up a sign. Otherwise, you're targeting me on purpose." "I can easily write a formal complaint to the dining services manager. Which option do you prefer?" She glared at me, aggressively sliding a plate of toast and a cup of juice over. "Heartless btch," she muttered under her breath. I ate my breakfast slowly, ignoring the whispers and dirty looks from every corner of the dining hall. When I walked into my lecture hall, the noisy room fell dead silent. As soon as I sat down, the students in the rows ahead of and behind me scrambled to grab their bags and laptops, leaving a massive empty radius around me. "That's her. The baby-abandoner from the live stream!" "How does she have the nerve to show her face here?" "I heard some guy pumped and dumped her, and now she's denying her own parents and her kid because she's embarrassed." A guy in the back row suddenly let out a loud whistle. "Look who it is! Acting all innocent and nerdy, but she's actually wild enough to pop out a kid." "Hey Chloe, want to hang out tonight? We promise we'll use protection." "Come on, don't be shy." The guys around him burst into laughter. I felt nothing. I had heard far worse in my past life. A few of them walked over, one reaching out to drape an arm over my shoulder. Just as I was about to grab his wrist, the professor walked in. "Alright class, take your seats!" They smirked, slowly walking back to their desks with lingering grins. At noon, I went to the lounge to refill my water bottle. The dispenser hummed for a second, then stopped. A group of girls was leaning against the counter. One of them had her hand on the main valve. "Oops. Sorry, but this water is for humans. Monsters should drink from the toilet." I stepped forward to turn the valve back on, but she slapped my hand away. "I can't believe our school lets trash like you walk the halls. Just go die of thirst already." They laughed loudly, completely unbothered. I unlocked my phone, aiming the camera right at them. "Say that again. Go ahead." Their expressions froze. They lunged forward to grab my phone. My roommates rushed in, pulling us apart. "Don't waste your time on them, Chloe. Go grab your laundry. We'll fill your bottle for you." I walked down to the dorm laundry room, only to find my bedding dumped in the mud outside. There were dirty footprints stamped all over it, soaked in sticky brown coffee and boba tea. I took a deep breath, snapped a few photos, bundled the ruined sheets, and headed back. Before I could lie down, my phone buzzed. The Director of Student Affairs wanted to see me in his office immediately. "Chloe," he said, sighing as I sat down. "That live stream went viral. Even if they didn't name you directly, everyone knows it's you. The university board is facing heavy backlash. They're talking about suspending your Study Abroad scholarship." "I want to believe you, but the optics are terrible. Can you resolve this with your family? If this keeps escalating, you might face suspension, or worse..." Watching the old director stress out over this made me feel guilty. He was one of the few who had supported me in my previous life. Back then, he was the only one who believed I was innocent. "I understand, Director. I'll handle it today. I promise it won't affect the school's reputation." The moment I stepped out of his office, a text from my mom popped up: Heard you're having a rough day. Ready to behave yet?That afternoon, the entire department had a mandatory seminar on digital safety and fraud, with guest speakers from the local police department. By the time I arrived, the campus auditorium was packed. The moment I sat down, all eyes locked onto me. "Hey Chloe, did you see the live stream last night? Any comments?" "They didn't name me. I have nothing to say." Before the words even left my mouth, a girl in the front row slammed her hands on her desk and stood up. "Chloe, how can you be so shameless?" I looked up. Of course. It was her. She turned to face the entire hall, her voice dripping with fake sweet concern. "Hey everyone! I'm Amber, the host of Red Hood Vlogs. I hate seeing fake people act innocent, so I actually brought Chloe's parents here today to get to the bottom of this. What do you guys think?" "Hell yeah!" Cheers and applause erupted instantly. Amber rushed to the back door and gestured dramatically. My parents walked in. They looked like simple, struggling parents, clutching a cheap baby bag and holding the newborn. They walked right up to my row, looking nervous. Amber held up her phone, live-streaming. "Don't worry," she coaxed them. "Tell us the truth. The whole campus is backing you up." My parents nodded, thanking her profusely. My mom stepped closer, gently tilting the baby toward me. "Chloe, please, just look at her. She's so quiet, she barely cries. I'm not asking for much. Just sign the birth certificate and acknowledge her. We'll raise her, I promise! We won't burden you!" I glanced down. The baby was sleeping soundly, looking soft and pink. She really was cute. Maya was truly heartless to use her own child as a pawn like this. "She's cute," I said coldly. "But what does she have to do with me?" My parents' jaws clenched, their hands trembling with suppressed rage. They were furious that I wasn't sticking to their script, but they had to keep up the act. The crowd started jeering. "Jesus, she won't even look at her own kid. She's a monster!" "Her mom is practically begging on her knees, and she won't even blink. Unbelievable!" "Who cares if she gets straight A's? She has no morals!" Amber shoved her phone camera right into my face. "Chloe, your parents sacrificed everything to put you through college. You haven't even graduated and you're already discarding them like trash. Did your education teach you nothing about basic decency?" The crowd roared with laughter. "If you didn't want a baby, you should've kept your legs shut!" "Kick her out! She doesn't deserve to be here!" "Sue her for abandonment! Send her to jail!" Amber waved her hands to quiet the crowd, looking at me with smug satisfaction. "Chloe, I'll ask you one last time. Will you take responsibility for your child?" I sat up straight, looking her dead in the eye. "I deny every single accusation." Amber shook her head dramatically at her camera. "Well, guys, you see her attitude. I guess some people just..." The shouts from the audience grew deafening. My parents put on a grand show of bowing and apologizing to the crowd. "Please, don't yell at her! It breaks our hearts to hear you say these things. We apologize on her behalf." "It's our fault for not raising her right. We are so sorry for causing trouble for the university. Our Chloe isn't a bad girl, she's just confused!" The auditorium gradually quieted down, some students even sniffing in sympathy. Once the noise died down, I spoke up, my voice calm and steady. "You keep saying this baby is mine. Aside from those photos and videos, do you have any actual proof?" Amber blinked. "Chloe, the forensic analysis proved the media is 100% authentic." "Authentic, sure. But the girl in them isn't me." My parents' faces darkened. My dad gritted his teeth and pulled a folder from his bag. "Chloe, we didn't want to do this. You forced our hand." Amber grabbed the papers, her eyes lighting up. "DNA test results, hospital discharge papers, complete with signatures and fingerprints. It's solid proof, Chloe. What do you have to say now?"I slowly flipped through the papers. They were exactly the same ones from my past life. The exact documents they used to convict me in the court of public opinion, right before they pushed me to my death. More and more students held up their phones, recording, waiting for me to break down and confess. My parents looked utterly devastated, but I didn't miss the faint, smug triumph glinting in their eyes. I let out a cold laugh. "Papers can be forged." Amber's face flushed with anger. "You!" Suddenly, the heavy doors of the auditorium slammed open. Dean Davis walked in, his face completely pale with fury. Behind him was the Student Affairs Director, dripping with sweat. "Chloe Miller!" Dean Davis boomed. "The university has received dozens of complaints about your conduct today." "Abusing your parents, abandoning your child. This is a severe violation of our campus code of conduct. It's not just immoral; it's illegal. The university will not tolerate this." "Your study abroad scholarship is officially revoked. You are suspended immediately. Do not return until you have resolved this mess!" I looked up calmly. "Dean Davis, suspending me before any actual investigation is done? Isn't that a bit rash?" The Dean's face darkened, while the Director frantically gestured for me to shut up. My mom quickly handed the baby to my dad and grabbed the Dean's arm, sobbing. "Please, Dean, don't suspend her! She worked so hard to get into this school. We can't ruin her future!" She paused, putting on a show of maternal sacrifice. "She's just... young and confused. As long as she takes the baby, we won't press charges." "If that's not enough, I'll get on my knees right now!" The Dean quickly held her up, glaring at me with utter disgust. "Chloe, look at your mother. She's begging for your sake, and you're just sitting there, completely unrepentant!" I ignored him, quickly firing off a text to my roommate before looking up. My silence only infuriated him more. "Chloe Miller! Stand up and apologize to your parents, your child, and this university right now!" I smiled. "Just give it a minute." My mom grabbed my arm, squeezing it painfully hard. "Chloe, just do as we say," she hissed under her breath. Then she turned back to the Dean, crying, "Dean, please, punish us instead! We'll write the apology for her!" The crowd started murmuring in disgust. "The Dean is standing right there and she's still acting like this? Her skin is thicker than a vault door." "She's completely toxic. Karma is going to hit her hard." "She's a lost cause." Insults rained down on me from all sides. In my past life, it was the exact same setup. No matter how much I screamed my innocence, nobody listened. My dad eventually dragged me out of the hall, and in the struggle, I fell over the balcony railing. And everyone assumed I committed suicide out of guilt. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. On stage, near the AV console, my roommate gave me a subtle thumbs-up. Perfect. Showtime. I turned to my parents and cleared my throat. "You two put on a great show. But let me ask you one thing: what exact day was this baby born?" They exchanged a quick look, thinking I was finally cracking. My dad's lip twitched with a hidden smirk. "Chloe, did you forget already? You were admitted to the hospital on August 8th, and you gave birth on the 10th." "Are you absolutely sure?" "Of course we're sure. We were right there with you the whole time." I nodded slowly. "Great. Now, let me show everyone where I actually was during those exact days."