Semua Bab Apparently My Girlfriend Is a Murderer: Bab 1 - Bab 9

Beau's POVI had a gentle and beautiful girlfriend. My friends envied me, and my family approved of her. I used to feel proud that she was mine.But all of that shattered in an instant because of the patient sitting in front of me."Dr. Cantrell, your girlfriend is a murderer. She's going to kill you.""What nonsense are you talking about?"My eyes widened as I rose from the chair. I was deeply offended by what I had just heard. "If you insult my partner again, I'll have security escort you out."My girlfriend, Kaylee Dishman, was gentle by nature. At work, she was approachable and well-liked by everyone. How could she possibly be a killer?The woman in front of me looked deathly pale, as though all the color had been drained from her face. She didn't seem the least bit surprised by my reaction. "You'll believe me eventually," she said. "You're a man of conscience."Her gaze slowly drifted to the plaque on my office wall. "Your girlfriend won't be coming home tomorrow night. Sh

The officer said, "Amber has been dead for nine days."I froze. By the time I came back to my senses, the police had already left.My back was drenched in cold sweat. In hindsight, Amber's behavior that night didn't seem like that of a living person at all.For the rest of the day, I felt distracted and uneasy. Just as I was wrapping up my shift, Amber came looking for me again."Hello, Dr. Cantrell," she said with a smile. "I'd like to have a check-up."I stared at her, my palms damp with sweat.There had to be a connection between her and Kaylee—perhaps they knew one another.To get to the truth, I took her blood pressure and heart rate.Strangely, what the police had said didn't seem to be true. Amber appeared completely healthy, with no abnormalities in her vitals."I don't know what your connection to Kaylee is, but she's a good person," I said. "I hope you won't hurt her."My words seemed to land heavily on Amber, and she stared at me in silence for a long moment.Fina

My face hardened. "If you keep talking nonsense and interfering with my life, I'll call the police.""Call them if you want. It won't make a difference." Hearing the word "police," Amber's tone stayed calm and indifferent. "If you saw the injuries on my body, I believe you'd come with me."She then lifted her dress in front of me. I instinctively looked away, yet I could still see blood dripping at her feet.As my gaze shifted upward, I noticed dense needle marks covering her legs. Her skin had turned a bluish-purple shade—the unmistakable sign of a severe drug overdose reaction.There was also a deep cut on her thigh, exposing the bone beneath. Fresh blood continued to seep from the wound.As a doctor, I was particularly sensitive to blood. "Are you out of your mind? Why haven't you gone to the hospital for a wound this serious?"Driven by medical duty, I tried to take her to the nearest clinic, but Amber pulled her hand away from mine."Dr. Cantrell, you're a man of principle,

Seeing that I had locked the officer outside, Kaylee grew even more hysterical. She raked her nails across the glass door and even sank her teeth into it."Let me out! All of you can go to hell! Fuck you, Beau!"Only then did I realize Kaylee had been trapped out on the balcony. Without a second thought, I pulled Amber into the bedroom and locked the door behind us."We don't have much time. Hurry and find more evidence."Amber immediately began rummaging through the bedside table and the closet.At the same time, I called the middle-aged officer who had come to see me the day after Halloween. He had given me his number."Hello, this is Beau Cantrell. You came to my office the other day to ask about Amber's case."Right now, we're trapped at home with the killer. My address is Unit 403, Building 3, Riverside Apartments!"There was no hesitation on the other end of the line. "I'm on my way."The call disconnected, but my heart was still pounding in my throat.The commotion out

Q's POVMy name was Rick Quiller, and I managed a factory workshop. I was working the night shift when my wife, Jessica Lowe, came in to confront me about my infidelity.Our argument quickly escalated and ultimately led to a fire breaking out in the workshop. Jessica suffered severe burns over most of her body and was left in critical condition, while I only sustained facial disfigurement.In that moment between life and death, I realized Jessica was still the person I cared about most. I carried her into the emergency room, where a bespectacled doctor was on duty.He was gentle in his approach, and I trusted his medical expertise. Through tears, I begged him to save Jessica's life. He assured me that he would—but in the end, he failed.Jessica still departed anyway. Watching her body being wheeled into the morgue, every bit of regret and resentment hardened into hatred toward that doctor.If it weren't for him, my family might have survived. His name became permanently etched in