My best friend asked me to commit suicide with her for love

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My best friend and I were both heartbroken on the same day, but unlike me, she insisted on dragging me into her twisted version of a romantic ending and dying together.
Ignoring my protests, she set fire to my house.
When she saw me burning alive, skin blistering and flesh charred, she panicked and ran.
I survived with severe burns and lay in the hospital for three long months.
The day I was finally discharged, I discovered she was marrying my wealthy ex-boyfriend.
When I confronted her, she brushed it off with a sweet smile: "Don't overthink. I married him to punish the scumbag and get revenge for you."
But her actions told another story.
She sold all the wedding jewelry and told her husband I had taken them to buy gifts for a boytoy.
She maxed out his credit cards, claiming it was to pay off my gambling debts.
When she got pregnant and slept with her husband's driver, she nearly bled to death—then told everyone I had gone to a hotel with a bunch of male models, and she miscarried while trying to "save" me.
In the end, her husband sold me off to the Golden Triangle.
There, they cut out my kidney and tortured me until I died in agony.
But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day she had her affair and miscarriage.
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Alexia always used me as her excuse whenever she met her lover.
She told her husband, Paul Eveline, that I was the one calling her out—sometimes saying I'd been beaten by a wife for being a mistress and needed comfort, sometimes that I owed loan sharks and begged for help. She even said that I was being treated for a dirty disease and needed her by my side.
If Paul hadn't once stormed into my house in my past life, spitting venom and condemning me for all those fabricated sins, I never would've known just how "colorful" my life had become in her lies.
And now, his number was flashing on my phone again, vibrating relentlessly.
The moment I picked up, his furious voice exploded in my ear.
"Hedy! It's the middle of the night—why are you keeping Alexia with you again?"
"I've tolerated you long enough! After we broke up, you wanted to ruin yourself, fine. But must you keep sucking the life out of Alexia? She's your best friend, not your mother!"
"She's married now, and pregnant. Can't you have some shame and stop bothering her every damn day? Do you even know how pathetic you are?"
"What is this, revenge because I dumped you? Are you trying to destroy my family? Alexia is pure and innocent—if you dare exploit her again, don't blame me for being ruthless! Send her back right now!"
His voice was so loud and venomous that my ears rang.
The truth was I hadn't had any contact with Alexia ever since she set me on fire.
But Paul never believed that.
I received his calls almost daily.
At first, hearing his accusations, I actually thought Alexia was really punishing him on my behalf.
It wasn't until he barged into my home in a rage, beat me black and blue, stuffed me into a sack, and sold me to the Golden Triangle that I realized I had been nothing but a scapegoat.
Remembering the flames she lit, the slander she spread, and his merciless revenge—a surge of hatred burned in my chest.
'Paul, this time, you'll see with your own eyes what your so-called "pure, good wife" really is.'
Curling my lips into a cold smile, I answered the call. "Alexia is busy right now—she's unclogging the sewer. She won't be back anytime soon."
Then my face hardened. Without waiting for his reply, I hung up and switched off my phone.
But only moments later, pounding fists rattled my door.
The lock had barely turned when a powerful force slammed it open, throwing me back.
Before I could react, several bodyguards pinned me to the ground.
And Paul stormed inside, footsteps heavy and furious, tearing through my home in search of Alexia.
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My small two-bedroom apartment had been turned upside down by his men.
Yet he still found nothing.
"Didn't you say Alexia was unclogging a sewer? Where is she?"
His face flushed red as he stormed up to me, voice booming with rage.
Seeing him like this, a wicked satisfaction curled in my chest.
Revenge tasted sweet.
I raised my brows, speaking slowly, almost lazily, "I only said she was unclogging a sewer. I never said it was in my house. Maybe she's unclogging one at your driver's place. Why don't you check there?"
Paul's eyes went cold. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked hard.
"Drop the sarcasm," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll ask you one last time—where are you hiding Alexia?"
Alexia's whereabouts had always been a secret. I was nothing but her scapegoat—how could I possibly know?
Through gritted teeth, I answered, "She's a grown woman with hands and feet of her own. Why would I know where she goes? I'm not her mother!"
Not getting the answer he wanted, Paul's eyes turned vicious. He released my hair only to strike me hard across the face, the blow leaving my head ringing. Rage flared through me—yet beneath it, an even greater anticipation stirred.
'You're angry already? You've seen nothing yet, Paul. The worst is still waiting for you,' I muttered internally.
He loomed over me, striking my face again and again with his palm, as he sneered, "You think keeping your mouth shut means I can't deal with you?"
He reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and powered it on.
Holding it up to my face, he unlocked it with the facial scan, then scrolled straight into my contacts.
When he spotted my emergency contact, a cruel smile spread across his lips.
He dialed.
"Hello? What's wrong?"
On the other end, my husband, Leopold, answered with his usual gentle voice.
I opened my mouth, desperate to speak—but one of the bodyguards clamped a hand over it, suffocating my words.
"You're Hedy's husband, right?"
Paul's voice was cold, dripping with disdain.
"And who the hell are you?"
Hearing an unfamiliar man, Leopold's tone sharpened, his calm was instantly replaced by unease.
Paul met my eyes, mocking me as he replied, "I'm Hedy's ex. But don't worry—I'm married now. I've got no interest in her anymore."
There was a short silence, then Leopold demanded, "Then why are you calling me with her phone?"
"No real reason. I just thought you should hear the truth about your lovely wife."
Paul began his assault, every word a dagger meant to bury me alive.
"Do you know how she got those burn scars? She tried to set herself on fire when I dumped her and wanted to die with me. If my wife hadn't tried to save her, she'd already be ashes."
"When that failed, she threw herself at man after man, desperate for company."
"She's lived off my wife for years—sold her wedding jewelry to buy gifts for boytoys, gambled away her money, maxed out my credit cards, made my wife pay her debts."
"She even got caught playing mistress and was beaten by the man's real wife."
"Oh, and she was at the hospital recently, getting treatment for a dirty disease. If I were you, I'd go get tested."
"Tell me, doesn't it shame you to be married to a filthy woman like her? Don't you feel pathetic being cuckolded? If I were you, I'd be dead already."
Each word was venom, each sentence a blade, hacking at my dignity until nothing remained.
On the other end of the line, Leopold fell into a long, chilling silence.
My heart twisted.
Since the day we married, our relationship had always been good...

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Leopold was always upright and kind, gentle and attentive to me.
He never once despised the burn scars on my body. Instead, he told me I was an angel who had survived the flames, and that for the rest of my life, he would shield me from the wind and rain.
With him, no matter how badly we argued, he never gave me the cold shoulder or lost his temper. He would always coax me patiently, again and again.
But this time... after hearing Paul's lies, he said nothing. Not a word.
When Paul hung up the call, triumph lit his face.
"Well? Still not going to tell me where Alexia is?"
The guard finally released his hand from my mouth.
I glared at Paul, fury burning in my chest. "You've broken into my home, restrained me, assaulted me, and spouted lies. Every one of those things is against the law."
I wanted nothing more than to tear this fool apart.
At my defiance, his rage deepened. "Against the law?" He sneered. "Then let me show you what real breaking the law looks like!"
He barked an order at his men. "Smash her place to the ground!"
Obeying instantly, the bodyguards began to wreck everything in sight.
In minutes, my once neat little apartment became a wasteland of broken furniture and shattered glass. Nothing was left intact.
Grinding my teeth, I spat, "Paul, with such blatant lawlessness, aren't you afraid of the law catching up with you?"
He laughed coldly, full of scorn. "The law? The law punishes leeches like you. You've bled Alexia dry for years—don't you know how much you've stolen from her? Everything in this place was bought with her money. I'm smashing my own things. What crime is that?"
His words rang with righteous fury, as if he weren't a criminal but a judge passing sentence on the guilty.
I checked the time. Less than thirty minutes until Alexia's miscarriage.
The real show was about to begin.
Forcing down my rage, I smiled faintly and drawled, "Why don't you wait a little longer? Your dear wife will be contacting you very soon."
My calmness only made him more frantic. His eyes burned with rage.
"Still stubborn? Fine! Today, I'll utterly destroy your reputation!"
"Take her out!"
The guards dragged me to the gate of the apartment complex.
The commotion quickly drew a crowd. Dozens of eyes turned on me, whispers swelling into a storm.
Paul seized the opportunity, loudly broadcasting my so-called sins for everyone to hear.
And the crowd believed every word.
"This is disgusting. She's already at this age and still leeching off her pregnant best friend? That's basically murder!"
"Exactly! Her friend is just too kind. If it were me, I'd have kicked her out ages ago."
"Classic fake friend—pretending to care while scheming behind the scenes. My wife had one just like her, and drove her into debt and depression. Even now, she's still on antidepressants!"
"She's a vampire, that's what she is. First her family, then her friends, then her husband. Whoever meets her is cursed!"
"And she's filthy too—already married but still chasing after male models, playing mistress. Sharing a community with a tramp like her was just bad luck!"
Spittle and curses rained down, painting me as some vile, irredeemable villain.
Paul looked down on me, his smirk full of provocation.
"Well? Still want to keep that hard mouth of yours?"
He thought he had me cornered. That I would crumble under the weight of shame.
Instead, I laughed coldly, lifting my chin in defiance.
"A dignified tycoon—and this is the best you can do?"
"What's a few neighbors cursing me out? Even if they spit until their throats dry, all I need to do is move somewhere else, and it's over."
"If you really want me ruined, Paul, you should've called some internet influencers. Let them livestream it all. That way, maybe—just maybe—you could make me infamous across the entire country."
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Paul's expression darkened. He gritted his teeth and said, "Fine. You want it big? I'll make it big for you!"
Without another word, he pulled out his phone and made another call.
My heart surged with anticipation.
Yes. Stir it up. The bigger, the better. Let the whole world witness the scandal of your perfect, wealthy family.
With his influence, it didn't take long before a swarm of online streamers rushed to the scene, all raising their phones, livestreaming with eager faces.
"Everyone, we've just caught a huge piece of gossip! See this woman right here? Don't be fooled by her innocent looks—she's rotten to the core!"
"She once tried to drag her best friend into a suicide pact after a breakup. Her friend risked her life to save her, and she lived. But instead of gratitude, she became jealous of her friend's better life, and has done nothing but cause trouble since!"
"For years, she's been leeching off her friend. Whenever she had no money, she runs to her. Pregnant and heavily burdened, her friend still runs errands for her, cleans up her messes, even drags herself out in the middle of the night to fetch her when she's drunk out of her mind."
"And what does she do in return? Nothing! She spends money like water, treats her friend's generosity as her due, even pawns her friend's wedding jewelry to buy gifts for boytoys! She maxed out her friend's credit cards to pay off her massive gambling debts!"
"Her private life is a disaster. Already married, yet constantly fooling around, seducing men, knowingly becoming the mistress. She's been chased down and beaten by wives multiple times!"
"I heard that she even contracted a filthy disease. She went to the hospital in secret, dragging her friend along to cover for her—who knows how many men she infected before that?"
"Everyone, remember her face! If you've got guts, slap her if you ever see her. If not, just stay far away—don't risk catching something from her!"
The streamers piled lie upon lie, weaving tales out of thin air, exaggerating every word.
Soon, every livestream platform was boiling with curses.
"Holy shit, her friend and husband must be saints to put up with trash like her!"
"This isn't even a woman—it's a walking tumor!"
"Right? Keeping her alive is like letting a plague spread!"
The scandal fermented at lightning speed. Within minutes, my photo was plastered across the internet, shooting straight onto the trending hot search.
"Leeching Woman."
"Toxic Friend."
"Slut."
Ugly labels piled onto my name, one after another, until they became my new identity.
As the streamers fanned the flames, the onlookers' emotions exploded.
One by one, they began hurling eggs and rotten vegetables at me.
Some who had been eating nearby even smashed their beer bottles at my feet.
Like a lamb before slaughter, I stood in the middle of the filth, drowning in insults, reeking of garbage.
And then—through the chaos, a familiar figure emerged from the crowd.
It was Leopold.
At the sight of his face, my lonely heart finally found a refuge.
To me, Leopold had always been my strongest support.
No matter what grievances I faced outside, he would patiently comfort me, help me, shield me.
He was not only my husband—he was my safe harbor, my home.
At that moment, all my defenses fell.
I wanted nothing more than to run into his arms, to collapse into the warmth I trusted most.
So I did.
But the moment I reached him, he shoved me away.
The force caught me off guard. I stumbled back, losing balance, and crashed heavily to the ground.

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Shards of broken beer bottles dug deep into my palms and thighs.
The sharp pain shot straight to my brain—yet compared to the agony in my heart, it was nothing.
'Even Leopold... doesn't believe me anymore?'
"Hedy," he said, his face dark with fury, his eyes filled with disappointment, "I never thought you were this kind of person."
"For all these years of marriage, I treated you like a treasure. Whatever you wanted, I gave. I never lost my temper at you, never let you suffer even the smallest grievance."
"I learned massage and therapy just to care for you better. I kept you warm, clothed, tended to every need—terrified that you might be even a little unwell."
"And you? What did you do?"
"You went behind my back, sucking your best friend's blood, gambling, destroying your own reputation and dignity!"
"The body I worked so hard to nurse back to health—you ruined it with your filthy, shameful acts!"
"Hedy, you're not just degrading yourself—you're trampling on our marriage!"
The man who had always been so gentle, for the first time, was completely unhinged.
His voice was raw, each word like a blade, cutting me deeper than any wound on my body.
Seeing him like this, my chest tightened painfully.
Holding back tears, I forced myself up and tried to explain, "Leopold, I—"
But before I could finish, his palm cracked harshly across my face.
"Shut up! Don't you dare say my name—you're not worthy!"
With that, he tore the wedding ring off his finger and flung it at me.
"Let's divorce."
The cold finality in his voice pierced my heart deeper than the slap.
The man I had once thought was my shelter—just shattered my last piece of faith.
I froze, feeling empty, like my soul had been ripped away.
Paul seized the moment, sneering. "Hedy, now do you understand what it feels like to be disgraced and ruined?"
"A greedy, scheming, dirty woman like you—did you really think you deserved anyone's love? You didn't even deserve Alexia's kindness!"
"Thank heavens I dumped you. Staying with a disgusting leech like you would've been the biggest shame of my life."
"The only useful thing you've ever done was bringing Alexia into my life. From now on, you can choke on the contempt of everyone around you. I'll make sure Alexia cuts all ties with you. Without her, let's see how you survive!"
His words hit like stones, and the crowd erupted in agreement.
The barrage of insults multiplied—comment feeds, streamers, onlookers—thousands of voices united in cursing me.
The crushing weight of being condemned by all... it was suffocating.
Even though I had braced myself, I still couldn't hold back. I broke down.
And then—Paul's phone rang.
The caller was Alexia.
He answered instantly, only to be met with her sobbing voice, "Hubby... I... I lost the baby..."
Paul's eyes reddened in an instant. "What happened?!"
Alexia stammered between tears, "It was Hedy... She insisted on going to a hotel with a bunch of male models. I tried to stop her, but she pushed me down... she's the reason I miscarried!"
Her words made the crowd gasp.
As for me, standing at the very heart of the storm—I finally let out a long, shaky breath.
It's starting. The end has finally come.

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