My Bestie Eloped with My Boyfriend

My boyfriend, Sanford Hoffman, lost his patience when he saw me sitting still in the chair.

He pulled out a handkerchief, insisting that I use it to wipe my tears.

I snapped back to reality and didn't take it.

I hadn't forgotten that in my previous life, I had felt drowsy after using that handkerchief, mistakenly thinking it was due to excessive grief.

It must have been laced with a drug.

They were waiting for me to pass out so they could swap Alice's body and take her away.

I stood up and walked to the door of Alice's room, where there was better ventilation. Sanford was startled and quickly put away the handkerchief.

He blocked my way.

"Lacey, don't look. Alice's body is broken."

I had to see it. I would also secretly take a photo.

Ignoring Sanford's attempts to stop me, I walked to the bed and discreetly started recording on my phone.

I lifted a corner of the bed sheet, revealing Alice's pale, bloodless face.

The bed sheet beneath her was soaked with blood, and she looked as if she had been drained dry.

I smirked internally. If I hadn't lived another life, I would have believed she was dead.

I raised my hand and slapped her across the face.

Her head tilted, and her hair stuck to her face, but she didn't move.

It looked like she had been sedated.

It worked just fine for my plan.

Sanford cried out and hurriedly embraced Alice, shielding her from me.

"Lacey, why did you hit her? She's dead, how could you hit a dead person?"

I gritted my teeth, glaring at the two of them huddled together.

I pretended to be heartbroken, my hands continuously moving.

"I told you to go home, but you didn't listen and ended up in Sanford's car. See? If you had listened to me, you wouldn't be dead."

Feeling guilty, Sanford grabbed and held onto me tightly.

"I just happened to run into Alice on the way. Please, don't be sad, my dear."

His guilt made him try to appease me.

He just let me hit Alice.

"Don't be too sad. Alice wouldn't want to leave you like this," Sanford said.

I stopped and looked at Sanford.

"I told you to take care of my best friend, but you let her die. Why don't you die instead?"

Using my rage, I hit him and then felt much better.

He touched the blood on his lips, angry but silent.

Taking a deep breath, I pulled out my phone and called the nearby hospital.

Sanford quickly tried to stop me.

"What are you doing?"

"This clinic isn't legitimate. Can its death certificate be trusted?"

A doctor hiding in the back immediately jumped out.

"Of course, it's legitimate. We have proper credentials. My certificate is valid."

This guy was one of Sanford's buddies. He was lazy and just hanging around the clinic.

Hearing his assurance, I nodded. Just as he was about to relax, I turned and called the funeral home.

"We need someone for a cremation here."

Sanford rushed to stop me but, seeing my determination, quietly sent a message on his phone.

The funeral home workers arrived quickly, eager not to miss the business.

I pretended to arrange everything for my best friend.

"She's my best friend. Don't spare any expense. Do everything at the highest standard. Did you bring the shroud?"

I glanced at Sanford.

"She's been dead for hours. If we don't take her to the funeral home soon, the body might spoil. How will I explain to her family then?"

The funeral home workers were thrilled to get such a big job and moved to change Alice's clothes.

Sanford hurriedly stopped them.

"Lacey, let Alice's family handle this. It's not right for you to do it."

I slapped him again.

"Alice's been staying at my place. Her family lives far away. If we wait for her mother, she'll start to decompose. Let me handle it."

The workers praised me for being a faithful friend, but Sanford wouldn't step aside.

He was afraid the professionals would discover that Alice wasn't dead.

He kept his distance from me and stuck to the bed.

"Alice's family has ancestral graves. She doesn't need to be cremated. You're being hasty and disrespectful to her," he argued.

A gleam of light shot out from my eyes. I was disrespectful?

'What was she thinking when she signed for me to marry the fool? Didn't it break my heart?' I thought.

While we were confronting each other, a sharp voice rang out.

"Who dares to cremate my daughter?"

It seemed Sanford had already teamed up with Alice, even having her mother's contact to alert her.

I hadn't expected to send Alice straight to the crematorium.

I just wanted to provoke them into revealing the truth.

With more people involved, it only proved that they had been conspiring against me in my past life.

Back then, I had asked Alice's mother to testify, thinking it was her daughter's arranged marriage.

But she had pretended ignorance, blaming it all on me.

She knew everything. She was just pretending.

Then letting her watch as I sent Alice to her death wasn't too much.