My So-Called Best Friend Sold My Number Chapter 11
Chapter 11 A Fitting End
History repeats.
Just with a different victim.
Beatrice destroyed her home.
Then Chloe’s. Family cut her off.
With Chloe’s parents having disowned her, Victor found himself homeless, too.
Beatrice confiscated all of Victor’s bank cards. Let alone supporting Chloe, he could barely feed himself
Chloe dumped him instantly.
“Look at your face. You think you deserve me?”
“I’d puke just seeing you if you were broke!”
He snapped.
Beat her so severely she suffered two fractures.
“You think you’re better than me, you b*tch?!”
“Without your looks, you’re nothing!”
“Let’s see you survive today!”
She locked herself in the bathroom.
Called the police.
Barely lived.
After that?
She disappeared. Her social media went dead, and she dropped off the face of the earth.
Not long after, our city was shaken by a horrifying murder case.
Victim found in a basement, her flesh carved off slice by slice with a knife.
By the time the police discovered her, she was nothing left but bones.
Chunks of rotting flesh were piled beside the bones, the stench overwhelming the entire room.
“The victim must have endured unimaginable agony before her death.”
Because the method of murder was so exceptionally brutal, Victor was swiftly arrested, brought to justice, and sentenced to death.
The victim was Chloe.
But absolutely no one pitied her.
Everyone agreed she got exactly what she deserved.
Even in death, she wasn’t worth a single ounce of sympathy.
As time passed, people forgot all about it, and Chloe became nothing more than someone who had never existed in the first place.
After I graduated from college, I moved to a different city for a fresh start.
The past was finally over.
This time-
I live.
