If not for the fact that she was Sophia’s close friend, I would’ve thrown her out long ago.
What I never expected was how calculating she could be.
She drank heavily under the pretense of celebrating Sophia’s birthday, pretended to be drunk so she could stay the night, then sneaked into my bed in the middle of the night.
Just so Sophia would misunderstand, just so she’d think I had cheated with her best friend.
Emma didn’t hesitate to use such a despicable trick to try to break us apart.
I drew back my thoughts and stared coldly at Emma lying beside me.
She had completely discarded her dignity just to force me away from Sophia.
For a moment, I even wanted to slap her, to vent my anger.
But in the end, my hand fell.
Not because I felt sorry for her—because I thought it wasn’t worth it.
“Still pretending to be asleep? Does this amuse you?”
I said coldly, staring at Emma.
But she remained motionless, as if she were truly unconscious.
There was no reaction at all.
That only made me angrier.
I kicked at her, but instead of a body, my foot hit something sticky.
Lifting the blanket, I froze in horror at what I saw.
Emma Brooks was drenched in blood.