But just as I leaned closer—
the bedroom door creaked open.
Sophia Carter, dressed in her pajamas, walked in yawning.
“Babe, why’s the light still on? It’s so late, and you’re not asleep?”
Her words made me spin around, startled.
Sophia rubbed her eyes, then glanced toward the bed.
The instant our eyes met, she saw Emma lying there.
Her expression shifted instantly—her face twisted in shock, her voice rising sharp and high-pitched:
“You… why is Emma in your bed? What were you two doing?”
Facing my girlfriend’s furious accusations, I quickly explained:
“It’s not what you think. Nothing happened. I woke up and found her lying next to me.”
“Ethan Miller, I never thought you’d be with Emma…”
Tears welled up in Sophia’s eyes, streaming down her cheeks.
“There’s nothing between us. And besides—”
I tried to steady my voice, then pointed at Emma’s lifeless body.
“She’s already dead. What could I possibly do with a dead woman?”
“What? Emma… dead?”
Sophia stepped forward, horrified.
When she saw the knife buried in Emma’s chest, her eyes widened in terror.
“Ah!”
She screamed, stumbling back in fear.
Then, suddenly, she let out another piercing shriek and bolted for the door.
I lunged forward, grabbing her arm.
“Let me go! Don’t touch me, you murderer!”
Her face had gone ghostly pale, her shrill voice echoing through the entire apartment building.
She struggled violently, trying to shove me away.
But I held her tight.
Then she sank her teeth into my shoulder.
I didn’t resist. I let her bite.
When her teeth pierced my skin, a burst of pain shot through me like fire.
Grinding through the agony, I forced out the words:
“Emma wasn’t killed by me.”
Hearing my words, Sophia Carter wasn’t as hysterical as before.
She released her bite, her lips still stained with my blood.
Tears streamed down her face as she asked,
“She’s lying in your bed with a knife in her chest. There are only three of us in this apartment. If Emma Brooks wasn’t killed by you, then who did it?”
“I woke up and she was already dead. I don’t know who killed her, but… I suspect she killed herself.”
I then told Sophia about how Emma had confessed to me a week earlier.
Sophia shook her head violently.
“Impossible. Emma was my best friend. She would never steal my boyfriend. You’re just making this up after killing her, trying to escape responsibility.”