She Came at Midnight, I Became a MurdererChapter 1
It was my girlfriend Sophia Carter’s birthday.
She invited several of her close friends over to our apartment to celebrate.
I cooked a full table of dishes myself.
During dinner, everyone kept praising me as the perfect boyfriend.
Sophia smiled sweetly, clinging to my arm.
But one person was acting strangely behind everyone’s backs.
Her name was Emma Brooks, one of Sophia’s closest friends.
Whenever no one was watching, she would wink suggestively at me.
Under the table, her leg wrapped in black stockings kept brushing against mine.
I frowned and warned her twice with a sharp look before she finally withdrew.
Two hours later, Sophia’s friends all left—except Emma, who was drunk and collapsed on the couch.
“Babe, Emma’s had too much to drink and can’t make it home. I’ll let her stay in the guest room tonight.”
“Alright.”
But in the middle of the night, I felt someone slip into bed beside me.
I assumed it was Sophia sneaking back into my room, so I didn’t think twice. Naturally, I pulled her into my arms.
After a while, something felt off.
Why was there a faint scent of jasmine?
Sophia hated jasmine!
And… why was there a metallic smell, like blood?
My eyes narrowed. I reached out and flicked on the bedside lamp.
The moment I saw Emma Brooks’s face, I froze in shock.
“What are you doing in my bed?”
A week earlier.
Emma had come over to invite Sophia to get their nails done.
By coincidence, Sophia had just gone out to the pet store.
Seeing that Sophia wasn’t home, Emma spoke directly.
She said she liked me.
She wanted me to break up with Sophia and be with her instead.
I rejected her on the spot.
Emma asked if I wanted to think about it more carefully.
She said Sophia wasn’t as good as I thought.
If I broke up now, it wouldn’t be too late.
The one thing I can’t stand is people speaking badly about my girlfriend.
I warned her sternly never to say another word against Sophia.
Emma sneered, “You’ll regret this.”
With that, she stormed off.
I saw her a few times after that, but she acted normal, as if her confession had never happened.
Since she didn’t bring it up, I wasn’t going to either.
I figured she’d just had some sort of mental lapse.
But tonight, on Sophia’s birthday, she started it again—winking at me, brushing her leg against mine—trying to tempt me into betraying Sophia.
She didn’t realize that her behavior only disgusted me more.