My Boyfriend Left Me to Die in the Desert for His Fake-Sick Best Friend Chapter 07

My Boyfriend Left Me to Die in the Desert for His Fake-Sick Best Friend Chapter 07

Half an hour later, Ethan walked into the sheriff’s 

office with Claire. 

“I’m here for Erin. Tell her to stop acting and come 

out here to apologize.” 

The officer on duty frowned at him. 

“Are you Ethan Walker?” 

Ethan stared directly at the officer. 

“Yes. I’m her boyfriend. Where is she hiding?” 

The officer stood, took out a file, and handed it to 

him. 

“She isn’t here. Her body is at the regional hospital 

morgue. These are the scene photos. Look at 

them.” 

Ethan accepted the file with obvious suspicion. 

“You even prepared fake photos for her?” 

The moment he turned to the first page, the smile 

vanished from his face. 

In the photograph, a woman’s shriveled, twisted 

body lay in the yellow sand. 

Her bloodied fingers were buried deep in the sand. 

Beside the body were two unopened bottles of 

water. 

Ethan suddenly froze. 

His eyes locked onto the two bottles in the photograph. 

They were the same bottles he had thrown beside my hand the night before. 

Claire glanced at the picture and immediately. screamed. 

“Why does this look so real? Ethan, did Erin have someone make a dummy that looks like her?” 

Ethan didn’t answer her. 

He suddenly grabbed the arm of the officer beside 

him. 

“Where did you get this? She can’t be dead! She 

had half a bottle of water in her backpack, and she 

was stronger than any of us!” 

The officer shook off his hand. 

“The medical examiner has already examined the 

body and confirmed the cause of death. She died 

from dehydration after prolonged exposure to 

extreme heat. By the end, she didn’t have enough 

strength to open a bottle.” 

Ethan staggered backward two steps. 

“No. Impossible. That’s impossible. Take me to 

the morgue. I need to see her myself!” 

He immediately drove to the regional hospital. 

Claire sat in the passenger seat, her face pale. 

“Ethan, you’re scaring me. Erin can’t really be 

dead… can she?” 

Ethan said nothing. 

He gripped the steering wheel so hard his 

knuckles blanched. 

He screeched to a stop outside the hospital. 

Without even closing the door, he ran straight 

toward the morgue. 

When the medical examiner pulled open the 

refrigerated drawer, Ethan saw me at once. 

My face had been scorched beyond recognition, 

and my lips had split and curled outward. 

Every fingernail had been scraped away, exposing 

bone at my fingertips. 

They had been ground away as I dragged myself 

across the sand, desperate to reach the radio. 

Ethan’s legs gave out, and he dropped to his 

knees. 

“No! This isn’t real! Erin, get up! Get up!” 

Mike and Daniel arrived at that moment. 

They rushed into the morgue and collapsed the 

instant they saw my body. 

Mike pointed at me, his entire body shaking 

uncontrollably. 

“Ethan… Erin… she’s really dead?” 

Still kneeling, Ethan clutched handfuls of his own. 

hair. 

“It was me… I saw her last night. I looked right at 

her and called her a liar. I accused her of faking 

her death. Then I threw two bottles of water 

beside her and left her there…” 

Ethan lifted his head, his eyes swollen and 

bloodshot from tears and sleeplessness. 

The previous afternoon, he had heard me beg for 

help over the shared channel. 

But he had impatiently cut off the signal. 

He had cut off my last chance to survive. 

Mike struggled to sit up, covered his face, and began sobbing. 

“We thought she was faking it. There was room in 

the rescue vehicle, but we lied and said everyone 

was accounted for.” 

Daniel crouched on the floor and slapped himself 

twice across the face. 

“We left her there. We abandoned her in that lethal 

heat.”