My Best Friend Played Dead and Played Me
My best friend, Scarlett Throne, is diagnosed with cancer. After running away from home, she takes her own life.
She leaves behind only a testament and a pair of eight-year-old twins, a boy and a girl.
"You're the only person I can rely on in this world. I'm not asking you to adopt them, but just make sure they have enough to eat."
Out of compassion, I take the siblings in.
For the next 20 years, my husband and I have been working hard together to raise them, buying them cars and houses.
But one day, my adopted daughter reports my husband for being abusive toward her.
Even my supposedly dead best friend suddenly appears and testifies against him.
I demand to know why she does such a thing.
My best friend, filled with righteous indignation, says, "I see you as my best friend! I've never thought you adopted my children just to serve your husband's perversions!"
My husband's reputation is ruined, and he's been thrown in jail.
I desperately try to prove his innocence, only to be forcibly sent to a mental hospital by my adopted son.
There, I wither away and die.
When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the very day my best friend was diagnosed with cancer.