Outrageous Best FriendChapter 1
I had a best friend, Zoey Stewart, who was a fake heiress married into a wealthy family.
She stole the project plan and explained to her husband, Bryan Perez, that I was new to the job and wanted to learn.
She transferred ten million, saying she wanted to buy me a villa for my comfort.
She sold the luxury car, saying it was for me to use as a means of transportation.
She was caught having an affair with her husband's assistant and transferring company assets, and claimed I tricked her into being a pawn.
Eventually, her husband sent me to prison.
In there, I was killed by her lover, Derron Hall, to silence me.
When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day her husband questioned me.
Whenever Zoey discussed plans with her lover, she used the excuse of shopping with me to go out.
This time, her husband, Bryan, sent me a message again. He asked me when I would let her come home.
I frowned. I glanced at it and directly deleted the conversation.
Just as I put on the face mask, the phone rang unexpectedly.
My hand, scrolling through videos, didn't have time to retract, and I pressed the answer button.
The next second, his angry voice sounded, "Jane, when will you allow my wife to come home?
"The child has cried three times already. Don't you know she's a mother? How selfish can you be? It was fine before, but now she isn't alone anymore!
"Please understand, I am her husband. You shop with my card and use my car. What do you mean by having her block my number every time?
"I have tolerated you for a long time. Don't you think you're a bit redundant?"
His tone grew heavier with each sentence, clearly indicating his patience had reached its limit.
But my anger was even greater than his.
In my previous life, if it weren't for Zoey, how could I have ended up in prison?
Just because I came from the same village as her and was her only friend, I naturally became her scapegoat!
At that time, I didn't know what she was busy with daily. Since she got married, our contact had gradually decreased.
Countless times Bryan called me. I inexplicably had to cover for her out of goodwill.
Once, I was sleeping in the early morning and had to endure Bryan's angry questioning.
"What are you doing so late? Getting your hair done for so long?"