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888words2026-01-26 09:09

My bestie is a liar.
She often checked into hotels, but she told her husband that she was doing it for me.

She spent half a million dollars each month on a gigolo, yet she claimed that it was me who borrowed money from her to buy luxuries.
Later, in order to meet with her gigolo smoothly, she aborted the baby and then she claimed that it was I who tricked her into having the abortion because I had a crush on her husband.
Her husband, Michael Thompson, burst into my house with a group of people and severely beat me until I fainted.
Her gigolo removed my oxygen mask and murdered me.
When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the day her husband came looking for me.
...

I have just opened the door and haven't even realized the situation when I'm pushed inside by them.
It's my bestie's husband, Michael Thompson, who barges in with a group of people.
Michael looks at me with a creepy expression on his face.
"Amanda Rose, do you have any morality at all?"

"You ask Emily for money every month and she lends it to you without ever asking for it back. When you became the moll of a old guy and were beaten by his wife, it was Emily who paid your hospital bills and took care of you. She was so good to you, yet you actually tricked her into having an abortion and killed our child!"
Emily aborted their child to have an affair with her gigolo, but she told Michael that I tricked her into doing it, claiming that it was because I had a crush on Michael so I didn't want her to give birth to the child.
This wasn't the only thing that Emily framed me for.
She would always say that she was coming to see me when she went out at night, but in fact, she was meeting her gigolo.
She made Michael transfer half a million dollars to her every month to support her gigolo, but she said it was me borrowing money from her to buy luxuries
She also said that I was a moll and was discovered by the wife, who then had people beat me up. She said she had to stay in the hospital to take care of me, but actually, she went on a trip abroad with her gigolo.
No wonder every time I met Michael before, he never had a good attitude towards me, and he would always say, "Amanda, Emily is your friend, not your mom. Don't bother her with all your trivial matters".
At that time, I was really confused.
I never knew that the meek and understanding bestie in front of me was actually a liar. In order to be with her gigolo she used me as a scapegoat again and again.
In fact, I knew Michael when we were students. At first, he even wanted to pursue me, and I also had a bit of a crush on him. I wanted to find an opportunity to get to know him better. Later, I don't know what happened, but he seemed to change completely and became very cold towards me.
Emily told me that a playboy like him was the most unreliable who would never treat any woman sincerely. She told me to forget him.
But after graduation, Michael married Emily.
I was very surprised.
Emily explained to me that Michael had been pestering her persistently and that she had no choice but to marry him.
At the wedding, she even said in front of everyone that I was her bestie.
After she got married, I didn't contact her much. Instead, I often received calls from Michael. Every time, he would ask me when Emily would come home.
I was speechless, but Emily always begged me to help her make up excuses.
Out of the affection of growing up together since childhood, I softened my heart and helped her.
I never expected that it would cost me my life.
This time, I will never stupidly take the blame again.
I will expose Emily's true side and make her lose everything.
Michael steps forward and grabs my hair, his tone irritable: "Emily is missing. Before she left the hospital, she sent you a message saying she was coming to see you. Tell me,where is Emily?"
My scalp hurts so much from his tug that cold sweat breaks out on my forehead.
In my last life, after Emily aborted her baby, Michael blamed her, and then she disappeared. She deliberately left her phone behind so that Michael could see the message she sent to me and think that she was coming to see me.
But actually, she didn't come to see me.
But Michael didn't believe me and didn't give me any chance to explain. As soon as he entered the door, he beat me up without irrationally. I was severely injured and fell into a coma.
Emily also instructed her gigolo to go to the hospital and remove my oxygen mask, and I died on the spot.
Thinking of this, my hatred for Michael deepens a bit more.
I sneer to him: "You failed keeping an eye on your own wife. What are you clowning around in my house."