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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

"I'm not implying anything. I simply want you, a simpleton, to work something out for yourself."


"When we dined together, we split the bill. Do you honestly believe I would exploit you?"


My voice was steady, but my words were resolute.


Logan's scowl deepened, and his expression became increasingly complex. He fell quiet, appearing lost in thought.


I pressed on, "Moreover, you should be aware that I can't even identify playing cards. Do you think I'd engage in gambling?"


"You know I've always preferred tranquil environments. Have you ever witnessed me frequenting bars and behaving recklessly on a daily basis?"


"Do you truly believe I'd socialize with all sorts of people every day? Have you ever seen me befriend anyone like that? Furthermore, if Cynthia had spent so much money on me, would I still be residing in that tiny apartment? Did you spot anything valuable when you ransacked my place?"


Chapter 9