My sister, Sandy Rob, got herself tangled in an online romance, and she used my face to do it all. In my previous life, Sandy came to me in tears, begging me to go to the hotel and meet her online boyfriend in her place. Buried under my family's relentless guilt-tripping, I caved and went for her. But I never imagined that scumbag would assault me. I screamed until my throat was raw, but not a single person came to my rescue. And after it all, my sister had the audacity to say, "She's a grown woman. She knew what it meant to meet at a hotel. She knew exactly what she was doing." My parents piled on, defending Sandy. "Laura's been jealous of her sister since she was little. She was just trying to snatch her boyfriend." The most disgusting part was that after they caught that bastard, he spun a slick, sweet-talking story about how he never cared about my sister's appearance. He was head over heels for her soul. With that, he managed to get a letter of forgiveness from my sister and my parents. As for me? After the assault, I was left in a daze. I sank into depression and eventually died. When I was reborn, I set my terms. "Fine, I'll go. But Sandy is coming with me." 'Sandy, you got yourself this boyfriend, so deal with him yourself.'