My Beastly Bestie
I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat.
When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking.
When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday.
And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her.
Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.