My Professor Framed Me For Her Death

Arthur Cooper was the distinguished yet distant professor at the university—the kind of man whose self-control and cool demeanor made him the object of every female student’s admiration. Yet only Thea Mitchell saw the stark difference in his private persona. Alone with her, he was wild, untamed, convention be damned.

Outwardly, they remained professor and student. In secret, he’d pull her close every night in his office, high on the thrill of what they were hiding. At first, shame nearly swallowed Thea whole. Soon, though, she gave in to Arthur’s relentless pull.

When she aced a test, he seized the moment to reward her with discreet touches behind the lecture podium—hidden from the other students. If she stumbled, he’d teach her a private lesson, ruler in hand, until she trembled and begged him to stop. Despite her fear, she could never resist his pull.

Then everything changed. Stomach pains sent her to the hospital, where she discovered she was pregnant. She stared blankly at the medical report—three weeks. Her mind went blank, and her body shivered in shock.

Grad students got pregnant sometimes. But her secret relationship with Arthur—professor and student—made everything messier. Thea didn’t know what to do next.

Panic drove her to Arthur’s office. But the conversation she overheard froze her in place.

“Cooper, remember that picture you took of Thea Mitchell in bed? The guys posted it online, and it’s blowing up campus… She’s quite the sensation now!”

“And that time she wore that Victorian dress? The video caused a stir!”

“Everyone thought she was the university’s sweet, reserved girl? More like the campus’s biggest siren!”

Listening to the crude remarks, Thea felt like she’d been plunged into icy water. Each word shattered what she believed and cut straight through her heart.

Amid the laughter, she stared at Arthur in disbelief, unable to reconcile the disaster with the man she thought she knew.

Their four-year relationship had always felt real. Arthur, cold to everyone else, was gentle only with her. He loved her openly, and they fell into each other without hesitation. He knew all her little quirks: how she lingered a few extra minutes in bed every morning, that she took two and a half sugars in her coffee, even the way she clutched her sleeve when she was upset.

She couldn’t accept that all those years of love had been a façade—that her ideal partner had secretly been plotting her downfall. But why?

Inside the office, Arthur exhaled smoke. His eyes were veiled by the haze—and by something darker.

“She owes Zhuri far more than this.”

“Thea’s jealousy made her lure Zhuri out at night. She paid thugs to assault her, leaving Zhuri so disgraced she took her own life.”

“I’ll make sure she pays for what she did to Zhuri. Tenfold.”

Zhuri? The name struck like lightning, ripping through the still water in her mind.

Thea snapped back to reality. Memories she dared not revisit flooded in. Zhuri Snyder—her once closest friend. Innocent. Vibrant. Pure. She had never been one for nightlife, but that night, a group assaulted her in a bar, and she ended her life in despair.

Before the tragedy, the last message on Zhuri’s phone had been an invitation from Thea to meet at the bar.

Thea clenched her fists.

But she didn’t send that message! She’d been searching for the true culprit behind Zhuri’s tragedy all along!

With renewed determination, she stormed into the office. Startled gazes met her. Defiance blazed in her eyes as she challenged Arthur.

“Arthur Cooper! I didn’t orchestrate that attack on Zhuri! The message that night…”

“You heard all that?” Arthur’s icy voice cut her off before she could finish.

He approached casually, fingers gripping her chin hard, and taunted her.

“Thea Mitchell, are you trying to absolve your worthless life by dragging Zhuri down with you?”

His figure loomed over her, his gaze cutting and predatory. The air around him turned chillingly oppressive.

“I’ll make sure you pay for Zhuri’s suffering—piece by piece. Tell me, Thea Mitchell, how does disgrace taste?”

Thea didn’t know how she managed to escape the office.

She sprinted across campus, tears blurring her vision. Every whisper and judgmental stare echoed in her mind. She covered her ears, unwilling to listen or think, until she finally found refuge in her dormitory. Hidden behind her bed curtain, she broke down in uncontrollable tears.

Driven by desperation, she opened her phone, trembling fingers struggling to access the campus website.

The top trending headline read:

[“Campus ‘Sweet Girl’ Linked to Unknown Man, Boozy Nights Exposed!”]

Alongside it were hundreds of images of her—vulnerable and pleading.

Tears splashed onto her screen as she read the comments. Each crude insinuation twisted her stomach and brought bile to her throat.

On the brink of despair, her phone rang.

Thea answered weakly, her voice raw, as the stern voice of Dana Ellis, the officer on the other end, came through.

“Miss Mitchell, we’ve made progress in the investigation you requested regarding Zhuri Snyder’s case.”

“We’ll need a week to verify the details, but we’ll have answers for you soon.”