My Best Friend Betrayed Me

Helena Soto would always tell her husband, Liam Larson, that she was coming to see me whenever she went to the bar to hire male prostitutes.

She either said that I was a mistress and was found by the man's wife, or that I was fired by the company and needed comfort. She even used the excuse that I had a miscarriage and needed someone to take care of me.

It was only after my death that I realized they thought I had such a "colorful" private life.

The vibration of my phone continued. It was Liam.

He called me several times, but I didn't answer, so he started sending me voice messages frantically.

"Joan Mills, are you out of your mind? It's so late, and you're still not letting Helena go home? Don't you know she's pregnant?

You're always taking advantage of your friendship with her. Every time something happens, you call Helena. Every single time! Can't you take care of your own life? Are you still holding a grudge against me because I dumped you? You don't want to see me and Helena living well?

Let me tell you, I don't want a woman like you even if you give me money. I must have been completely blind to ever fall for someone like you! I'm warning you. You should send Helena home right now, or you'll regret it!"

Listening to Liam's barrage of voice messages, I subconsciously frowned.

Back when we were together, he had been gentle and considerate, even planning little surprises for anniversaries.

But Helena had always warned me that men like Liam couldn't be trusted.

They might seem romantic, but they were just classic players who juggled multiple women, polished by countless relationships before.

Ironically, when Liam and I started having problems, Helena stepped in as the "understanding friend."

She played the role of the confidante so well that she ended up having sex with him.

I broke up with Liam, and the two of them got married shortly after.

After that, I didn't want to have anything to do with them anymore.

But Helena came to me and cried, saying that her behavior was impulsive.

I was soft-hearted and stupid at the time, so I forgave her.

But I didn't expect that my momentary weakness would cost me my life.

It was on this day in my previous life that Helena went out to find a male prostitute, but she told Liam that I was in a bad mood and insisted that she have dinner with me.

She got carried away, and the night ended in a tragic miscarriage. She pinned all the blame on me.

Liam, in a fit of rage, beat me senseless and then shipped me off to Maloria, a lawless border region.

The memory of being beaten to the brink of death, the searing pain, and the despair of my final moments were still vivid in my mind.

This time, I was reborn, and I must personally take revenge on these two people!

But before I could make my move, Liam came knocking on my door.

Hearing the impatient knock on the door, I just pressed the door lock, and the door was pushed open by an external force from outside.

Liam stormed in, pointing a finger at my face and shouting, "You bitch! Where did you hide Helena? Not only do you not dare to answer the phone, but you also dare to instigate Helena not to answer the phone. What are your intentions?"

Looking at his manic look, I secretly clenched my fists.

I knew this wasn't the time to argue with him. I needed to stay calm.

Forcing a smile, I said, "Helena isn't here. She is..."

Before I could finish, he shoved me aside and began searching my house. He rummaged through every corner, but he found no trace of Helena.

His face darkened even further.

"Where is she? Where did you hide her?"

Seeing the mess he had turned my house into, my face turned gloomy. "Helena is a healthy, grown woman. How would I know where she is? Just because you can't find your wife doesn't mean you can come to my house and go berserk. Am I supposed to babysit her for you?"

Hearing this, Liam's eyes turned vicious.

Without warning, he slapped me across the face, so hard that my vision went black for a moment.

"You've broken into my home, and now you're resorting to violence? Do you want me to call the police and have you arrested?" I snapped, pulling out my phone. But before I could call 911, Liam snatched it from my hand.

"Call the police? How dare you call the police? I will let everyone see your true face today!"

He started recording a video on my phone, pointing the camera at me as he ranted. "This woman is shameless. Not only does she live a scandalous life, but she also constantly makes my wife take the blame for her messes. My wife is over three months pregnant, and this woman refuses to let her come home in the middle of the night. Now she's even hiding her. If anything happens to my wife, what am I supposed to do? Someone needs to put a stop to this."

After recording the video, he not only posted it on social media using my phone but also posted it to my property management group.

Within a minute, messages started flooding in, nosy neighbors eagerly gossiping about the drama.

Liam, who had just been raging like a madman, suddenly put on a pitiful act, replying in the group chat with a sobbing tone. "This woman is my ex-girlfriend. Ever since we broke up, she's been holding a grudge. She's even gone so far as to become a mistress and keeps dragging my wife into her messes.

My wife has such a kind heart that she can't bring herself to refuse her, but all she does is take my wife out drinking or to dance clubs. Now my wife is over three months pregnant, and she's encouraging my wife to stay out all night! And now she's hiding my wife somewhere. I can't find my wife. My wife is over three months pregnant. What if something happens to her? Can anyone help me, please?"

His voice trembled with emotion, tears streaming down his face, painting the picture of a devoted husband.

The topic of "mistress" was already a sensitive one, and when Liam brought up the fact that we were exes, the group chat exploded.

"I'll tell you that she's just jealous, unable to stand seeing you and your wife happy. She wants to ruin your family."

"Exactly! People like her are the worst. Who in their right mind would let a pregnant woman, over three months along no less, stay out all night?"

"She's vile. And the worst part is, your wife is pregnant. Just the other day, I read a news story about a pregnant woman who went missing. By the time they found her, it was too late, both she and the baby were gone. Her belly had been cut open."

Hearing this, Liam panicked and immediately started a group voice call. "Hey, you from 302? Was that story true? Could something like that really happen to my wife? My wife told me that this bi... woman had gambling debts before. Debt collectors even cornered her at her home, and it was my wife who helped her pay them off. Could she have hurt my wife for money?"

As soon as he said this, the onlookers in the group chat became even more animated. Some even recorded his voice messages and uploaded them online.

To everyone's surprise, the video went viral. Within minutes, the comment count was nearing a thousand.

Seeing this, some people started giving Liam advice, saying the property management group chat was too small-scale. They suggested he start a livestream to expose my "crimes" to a larger audience.

Liam, ever the obedient fool, pointed his phone camera at my face and began streaming live. "Tell me, where are you hiding Helena? If you don't tell me, you're going to regret it today."

Watching Liam lose his mind, I didn't pay any attention to him.

What I was worried about was that the social media post he just posted using my phone would be seen by my family.

My mother's heart condition wasn't good to begin with, and I was afraid she would get into danger if she got anxious.

But in Liam's eyes, my silence became a deliberate provocation.

He grabbed a bag from the entryway and hurled it at me. "Still playing dumb, huh? I'm going to make sure everyone sees your true face today."

His single action caused the live stream's comment section to erupt.

"Wait, did I just see that right? Was that an orange Hermès Kelly bag with pebbled leather? That thing costs tens of thousands of dollars."

Seeing the comments, Liam froze for a moment, but he quickly replaced his shock with a sneer. "Hermès? I dated her for a while. She's just from an average family. She even borrowed money from my wife recently. There's no way she could afford Hermès. It has to be fake. Even if it's real, she probably got it by being a mistress. My wife told me more than once that she's been a mistress before. The wives of those men even came to confront her."

The crowd's natural disdain for mistresses only intensified. Seeing someone they believed to be a "mistress" living well made them even more resentful.

They egged Liam on, encouraging him to smash more of my belongings.

Liam, ever the brainless puppet, thought these people were genuinely on his side. After destroying everything on the entryway cabinet, he moved on to other parts of my home.

I quickly stepped in front of him. "I don't know where Helena is. If you can't find your wife, report it to the police. Why are you causing a scene in my house?"

But Liam was beyond reason. With so many people cheering him on, he no longer cared about finding his wife. He was completely consumed by his destructive frenzy.

The more he smashed, the higher the viewer count climbed. The livestream audience soon surpassed 100, 000.

As more people joined, the insults directed at me grew more vicious.

There were a lot of people who had just entered the live broadcast room and didn't even know what was going on, and they started to curse me.

"This woman is a mess. She's always getting involved with married men. Even the wives of the men she's involved with have come after her."

"I live in the same residential complex as her. I've seen her late at night, getting dropped off by older men, different ones each time."

"The saddest part is her best friend's family. Not only has she been taking advantage of them, but now her best friend is pregnant and missing because of her. It's like the worst kind of bad luck to know someone like this."

The comments were so vivid, it was as if they had witnessed everything firsthand.

Just as the live stream's popularity was peaking, Liam's phone suddenly rang.

"Liam, something's wrong. I...I had a miscarriage."

Hearing this, Liam finally remembered why he had come to my house in the first place.

"What happened?"

"It's all Joan's fault..."