Summary
My best friend and I were both heartbroken on the same day, but unlike me, she insisted on dragging me into her twisted version of a “romantic ending” and dying together.
Ignoring my protests, she set fire to my house.
When she saw me burning alive, skin blistering and flesh charred, she panicked and ran.
I survived with severe burns and lay in the hospital for three long months.
The day I was finally discharged, I discovered she was marrying my wealthy ex-boyfriend.
When I confronted her, she brushed it off with a sweet smile: “Don’t overthink. I married him to punish the scumbag and get revenge for you.”
But her actions told another story.
She sold all the wedding jewelry and told her husband I had taken them to buy gifts for a boytoy.
She maxed out his credit cards, claiming it was to pay off my gambling debts.
When she got pregnant and slept with her husband’s driver, she nearly bled to death-then told everyone I had gone to a hotel with a bunch of male models, and she miscarried while trying to “save” me.
In the end, her husband sold me off to the Golden Triangle.
There, they cut out my kidney and tortured me until I died in agony.
But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day she had her affair and miscarriage.