I deliberately crashed into the neighbor's car. Grabbing my half-empty beer, I stormed out, ready to unleash hell.

Are you out of your damn mind? Do you have any idea how expensive my car is? Can you even afford to pay for the damage?

Ms. Henderson, the neighbor, was so furious she reached for her phone to call the police.

I sneered, "Go ahead, call them! Who cares? I'll be right here waiting!"

The only reason I was acting like such a complete lunatic was because I had been reborn.

In my last life, my fianc, Blake Anderson, and his sister, Brooke, took my car for a joyride late one night. They hit and killed a cleaner, then framed me for it, making me take the fall.

I was sent to prison for ten years. My mother, unable to bear the shock and grief, suffered a brain hemorrhage and passed away.

Even after my release, Blake wouldn't let me go. He used a mountain of debt to drive me to suicide.

When I opened my eyes again, I was backexactly 24 hours before the accident.

1

I stood at the entrance of the parking garage, intentionally parking my car way over the line.

"Bang!"

Ms. Henderson, the neighbor, backing into her spot, drove straight into my car's rear bumper.

I immediately grabbed my half-drunk beer and swaggered over, cursing under my breath.

"Seriously, are you blind? You just totaled my car. Do you even have enough money to cover this?"

She caught a whiff of the alcohol on me and immediately blew up.

"Are you crazy? Drunk driving and you're still this arrogant?"

I leaned against my car door, taking a slow sip of beer right in front of her.

"So go ahead and call the cops, then! Have them arrest me! I'm right here waiting. Do you dare?"

She was beyond furious. She immediately pulled out her phone to dial 91


"Hello, 911? There's a lunatic here, drunk driving. Yes, Maplewood Estates..."

After hanging up, she glared at me.

"You just wait. You'll be crying later, I promise."

But I just smiled.

This was exactly what I wanted.

Soon, two police officers, body cameras rolling, walked towards us.

"What's going on here?"

I immediately went to meet them, raising my hands, a barely suppressed grin on my face.

"It's me! I was drunk driving! Arrest me!"

My reaction stunned everyone present.

Ms. Henderson quickly interjected.

"Yes! She was just like this! Completely out of control! People like her need to be severely punished!"

Officer Davis, the lead officer, frowned, then pulled out a breathalyzer.

"Please blow into this."

I cooperated, taking a big breath and blowing. The device immediately let out a shrill alarm.

"Drunk driving," Officer Davis said, his frown deepening.

"You're currently suspected of reckless driving. Please show me your driver's license and vehicle registration. You'll need to come back to the precinct with us for further investigation."

I immediately handed over the documents I'd already prepared, without the slightest hesitation.

"Is this girl out of her mind? She looks like she just won the lottery, she's so happy."

A younger officer mumbled beside him.

I was escorted into the patrol car. Through the window, I saw several neighbors in the complex curiously peering out.

But I remained perfectly calm.

This was exactly what I wanted. The more eyewitnesses, the better.

At the interrogation room, my cooperation was surprisingly thorough.

"Officer, I drank two beers and a bottle of red wine just now. I definitely qualify for reckless driving."

Officer Garcia, the female officer recording my statement, was completely dumbfounded. She'd never seen a suspect so eager to be detained.

"Barbara Saunders, do you know the consequences of drunk driving?" she asked, her expression serious.

I nodded.

"A thousand-dollar fine, and detention."
2

Officer Garcia stared, momentarily speechless.

"You know that and you still did it?"

I managed to squeeze out a few tears at just the right moment.

"Yes, I truly know I messed up."

She sighed, then continued to ask for more details. I answered each question, making sure every word was recorded.

When the questioning ended, she didn't leave immediately, instead watching me thoughtfully.

"You don't really seem like the type to drunk drive," she suddenly said.