My Bestie Eloped with My Boyfriend

In my previous life, my best friend died in a car accident, and my boyfriend rushed her to the hospital.

By the time I got there, she had already passed away.

I was devastated and fainted.

When I woke up, she had been taken away and buried in her family's ancestral grave.

Her grieving mother asked me to marry in her place.

That was when I found out she had been swapped and married off to the village fool.

The bridal gift was paid, with my name on the receipt.

Ten years later, I was beaten badly by that violent man, selling pancakes on the street.

To my shock, I saw my supposedly dead friend driving a luxury car, chatting with my ex-boyfriend.

She smirked, tossed me five dollars, bought my pancakes, and mocked my aging.

I was livid.

Then, I woke up again, back to the day of my friend's fatal accident.

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"Lacey, Alice's gone. You have to accept it," my boyfriend sobbed, his hands stained with Alice's blood.

He seemed sincere, recounting how tragically Alice died.

This small clinic was run by my boyfriend's family. It was dimly lit and barely larger than 20 square meters.

He helped me to a chair.

"Alice's in the next room. Don't look. Her death was horrific," he said.

Looking at myself in the clinic mirror, I realized I had no gray hair and my skin was youthful.

There were no bruises on my body. I took a deep breath, realizing I had been reborn.

I glanced at my boyfriend and smiled with my head down.

In my previous life, I had rushed here after hearing about Alice's accident.

I had been in shock, unaware of the absurdity.

Seeing Alice lying under the white sheet, I couldn't stop trembling.

I had held her death certificate with deep regret.

I had seen her leave safely in that car.

Yet when she had an accident, my boyfriend was the first one to find out.

If I had taken her home myself, maybe she wouldn't have died so young.

In that tiny clinic, I cried with my boyfriend until I passed out.

When I woke, he told me Alice had been taken back to her hometown and buried in her family's grave.

I had stared at the place we once shared, unable to eat or drink for days.

A rural woman arrived with her mentally challenged son.

She took out a contract, claiming her son was engaged to me.

Even the bridal gift had been paid.

Weakly, I had tried to explain, but they had asked me to honor the contract and taken me away.

I discovered Alice had used my name, accepting a hefty bridal gift.

I had tried to discuss it with my boyfriend, who accused me of betrayal and sided with them.

Facing the debt and his menacing presence, I felt helpless as they got me into the car and took me to the mountains.

Only after giving birth did they let me work outside.

Returning, I found our shared house, funded by me, now under Alice Archer's mother's control.

Then I saw Alice driving with my boyfriend in a luxury car.

I had confronted them, pulling their hands apart and demanding answers.

Alice had shown no fear, openly admitting her identity.

She had looked disdainfully at my pancake stand.

"Here's five bucks to support your business," she said, mocking my old appearance.

She had thanked me for giving her such a great boyfriend and a house.

I had collapsed in rage, she had left without a glance.

Remembering the hardships of my past life, I shivered.

They betrayed me, and I would make them pay the price.

They would pay with their lives.