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Cynthia is my best friend.
She claimed to protect me, but she stole my rich boyfriend.
She said she was afraid of being robbed, so she sold all her precious jewelry. When her husband questioned her, she said she gave them all to me.
She used her husband's secondary card to swipe, and when the truth came out, she said she paid off my gambling debts.
What's more hateful is that she had an affair with her brother-in-law when she was pregnant and had a miscarriage, and she actually said that I was the one who caused her to lose the child.
Her husband believed her lies and sent me to northern Myanmar.
There, I was tortured to death by her brother, Cynthia's lover.
But when I opened my eyes again, I actually went back to the day when Cynthia had a miscarriage.

After Being Framed By My Bestie And Sent To Northern Myanmar

Howard spoke with sincerity, his voice tinged with desperation.


His eyes locked onto mine, silently urging me to accept the ring.


I scoffed and shook my head. With a solemn voice, I said, "It's too late now."


"Howard, you claimed I crushed your affection that evening, but you did the exact same to me."


"If someone were to speak ill of you in my presence, I would instantly come to your defense."


"My love for you and my understanding of who you are would lead me to trust you without question."


"When I was at my lowest and most in need of your support, you chose to publicly doubt my character and honesty."


"You inflicted the most painful wound on my heart."


"The instant you pushed me away, our relationship ended."


"What we had is now like this ring. You willingly discarded it."


"You can go now. I don't wish to see you anymore."


I then shut the door, unwilling to continue the conversation.


Chapter 11