로그인My best friend said she was just protecting me from bad men. So every time I started dating someone new, she would turn herself into his dream girl. She'd flirt, chase him, and seduce him until she ended up in his bed. And every time, she'd send me the photos. Always with the same cheerful caption: "Bestie! If I hadn't tested him, you'd be heartbroken again. Aren't I good to you?" I was tortured, broken, humiliated. Eventually, I cut her off completely and moved to another city. Then I met the man I thought was my true love—Liam. He was kind, devoted, and loving. I thought I could finally be happy. On my wedding day, I found Madison standing in my dressing room, disguised as my makeup artist. She smiled at me, just like she used to. "Don't worry, bestie," she whispered. "Let me test this one for you. Then you can marry him." She drugged me, then put on my wedding gown and got into bed with Liam. But I woke up in time. I burst into the room with our families. I caught them together. Later, I got pregnant. During labor, I hemorrhaged. Liam watched me bleed and refused to sign the emergency consent form. "Madison just wanted to give herself to me before our wedding—to fulfill her wish," he said coldly. "You humiliated her. You drove her to suicide. She died carrying my child." "You and the bastard in your belly deserve to die too." That was when I realized—the man I loved had already fallen for my best friend. I died in agony. My ashes were thrown into a ditch. Then I opened my eyes. I was back. On my wedding day. And Madison was standing right in front of me, pretending to be my makeup artist.
더 보기Epilogue: LiamThe first time I heard her name after the trial, I was mopping the prison hallway. A guard’s radio crackled—someone talking about a small coastal clinic, a doctor who worked for free. “Sophia,” they said. “The one who sent that billionaire down.”I stopped mopping. The bucket of gray water sat still at my feet.Sophia.I hadn’t said her name out loud in three years. Not since the day the bailiffs dragged me away from the courthouse, my knees bruised from kneeling, my throat raw from screaming “I’m sorry” into the air she’d already walked out of.They gave me six years. Wrongful death, patient abandonment, criminal coercion. The judge called me “a predator hiding behind wealth.” My father, Robert, cut a deal and avoided charges. My mother, Helen, stopped visiting after the first month. She sent a letter instead: “You’re dead to us.” I burned it.Madison’s fall—her miscarriage, her broken legs, her suicide—was ruled an accident. No one charged me. But every inmate knew. “
After that, Liam tried to reach me through lawyers. Letters. Meeting requests. I refused them all.On the day of the trial, the courtroom was silent. The verdict was read. Liam was found guilty. The bailiffs moved to take him away.Suddenly, he broke free. "Sophia!" He ran toward me and fell to his knees."I'm sorry." His voice broke. "I was wrong. She lied to me. Everything—it was all her lies. I thought—I really thought—" He couldn't finish. He just kept saying, "I'm sorry. If I could do it over—I'd never believe her. I'd never hurt you."I looked at him. "Liam. You had every chance to check the truth. You never did."His face went pale."Were you really deceived? Or did you just need an excuse to cheat?"He froze. The bailiffs dragged him away, still screaming my name.I didn't look back. I walked out of the courthouse.The sun hit my face, warm and bright, unlike any light I'd felt in the months I'd spent drowning in fear and grief. I took a deep breath, the scent of fresh grass an
The moment I left Liam's house, I used every connection I had. For one thing only: justice for my mother.Lawyers worked through the night. The case moved fast. Faster than anyone expected. The hospital was investigated. Liam was suspended. His name was everywhere—"cheater," "abuser," "murderer."Madison was also exposed. She became a pariah.I heard later that Liam had a huge fight with her. In the struggle, he pushed her. She fell down a flight of stairs. Madison hemorrhaged. Doctors rushed her into surgery. Liam refused to sign the consent forms. He said he wanted her to pay. The baby died. So did her womb.When I heard the news, I felt nothing. Just a vague sense of irony. Last time, I had lost everything.I went to see Madison in the hospital. When she saw me, she screamed, cursed, and tried to throw herself at me. But her legs were broken. She'd probably never walk again.I stood in the doorway and looked down at her. "Madison. Why? What did I ever do to make you hate me so much?
Third-Person POVLiam got into his car and told the driver, "To the hospital."The nurse looked surprised. "Mr. Liam—didn't you already have the patient transferred out?""What are you talking about?""We received a voice message from you. It was your voice. You told us to transfer Mrs. Sophia's mother out. There was no receiving hospital. She died on the spot. The body was sent away."Liam's blood ran cold. He had Kevin play the message. It was his voice—sent by Madison."Madison?" He felt sick. "Investigate everything—Madison and Sophia's past. Now."He remembered Sophia's face when she learned her mother had died. The panic, the pain. Something was very, very wrong.He went home. The house was too quiet. He sat on the couch and looked at the gift box. He'd thrown it aside earlier. Now he picked it up and opened it.Inside were divorce papers and printed chat logs—Madison's messages to Sophia.[Bestie, I tested him for you. This one's no good.]Attached: a photo of Madison kissing a






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