She Took Over My Perfect Life To Get Revenge, Only To Be Trapped In My Hell Chapter 04

She Took Over My Perfect Life To Get Revenge, Only To Be Trapped In My Hell Chapter 04

For the next two months, I practically disappeared from the students group chat.

Whenever they took shots at me, I never responded.

Every morning at six, I went for a brisk walk.

I started with fifteen minutes, worked up to thirty, and eventually hit a full hour.

In the afternoons, I did strength training. At night, I worked on my skincare and posture.

Once the weight came off, I realized something.

Maya wasn’t ugly.

She’d just been overweight, sleep-deprived, and covered in acne—it had buried her features.

She had round, bright eyes, a straight nose, and full lips.

And when she smiled, there was a faint dimple in her left cheek.

After a month, I’d lost twenty-five pounds.

My insulin levels were gradually returning to normal, and my knees no longer hurt.

The second month, I focused on toning up.

I opened up my shoulders and lengthened my neck.

More than a decade of ballet muscle memory was slowly waking up in this body.

I stood in front of the mirror, fixing my posture again and again.

When Linda saw me, she thought something was wrong.

“Sweetheart, what’s with you standing against the wall every day?”

“I’m working on my posture.”

She circled me twice, then covered her mouth and laughed.

“Well, I’ll be damned. My girl stands up straight and she looks like a TV star.”

I laughed with her.

I’d never known what it was like to be praised without any strings attached.

I once won gold at an international dance competition, and my mother just gave me a cold look.

“Your skirt flew up too high when you spun.”

Now, all I had to do was stand a little straighter, and someone was genuinely proud of me.

A week before school started, I went back to the hospital.

154 pounds.

I’d lost a total of forty-six pounds in two months.

Not exactly slow, but every health marker was still in the normal range.

The doctor looked over my results and nodded, satisfied.

“You’re doing great. Keep it up.”

After leaving the test room, I stood in front of the mirror for a long time.

I still wasn’t slim.

I still had some softness around my waist, and my arms weren’t as thin as they used to be.

But the girl in the mirror had glowing skin and bright eyes.

She was healthy, vibrant, and free.

That was what real beauty looked like.

That night, a poll suddenly appeared in the group chat.

[Vote for the Student Ambassador for the new school year.]

There were only two candidates.

Seraphina Voss.

Maya Hart.

The group erupted in laughter.

[Who added Maya? Seriously, who thought that was funny?]

[What is this, Student Ambassador or a weight class competition?]

[Voting for Maya. She can be the school mascot.]

Within ten minutes, I was in first place.

Everyone wanted to see me humiliate myself.

The rule was, whoever got the most votes had to go onstage at Fall Convocation and represent the whole major.

Maya, still in my identity, messaged me.

[Surprised?]

[I made sure your name got added.]

[Fall Convocation’s live-streamed across campus. When you walk onstage, everyone’s gonna see exactly what a 200-pound pig looks like.]

[You wanted to compete with me? Here’s your chance.]

Then she sent me a picture of a formal gown.

It was a white dress with an eighteen-inch waist.

It was the designer gown my mother had prepared for Fall Convocation.

In the photo, Maya had it on, but she looked terrible.

She was even thinner than she’d been two months ago.

Hollow cheeks, pale lips, and dark circles she couldn’t hide.

Looked like she’d had a rough two months.

I was about to close the chat when another message came through.

[Declan’s going onstage as the outstanding student rep.]

[Think he’ll be so disgusted he throws up?]

I stared at the screen and suddenly smiled.

Then I tapped the button and voted for “Maya Hart” myself.

[Thanks for giving me the stage.]

A question mark appeared almost right away.

I didn’t explain.

The morning of Fall Convocation, Linda dug out her emergency bank card and insisted on taking me clothes shopping.

I skipped the black dress meant to hide my figure.

Instead, I picked something bright and bold.

It was fitted at the waist with a square neckline and a hem that fell to my calves.

Linda stared at me in silence after I changed.

“Mom, does it look bad?”

She shook her head hard, but her eyes filled with tears.

“It’s beautiful.”

“My girl looks beautiful.”

At nine that morning, Fall Convocation kicked off.

The auditorium was packed with students, and the livestream audience kept climbing.

The chat was still blowing up.

[Where’s Maya?]

[She chickened out?]

[Get the cameras ready. I want some new reaction memes.]

Onstage, the host had already called my name.

“Please welcome Maya, representing of the School of Business, to the stage.”

Boos and laughter erupted instantly.

At the same time, I was outside the auditorium, reaching for the heavy doors.