My Boyfriend Left Me to Die in the Desert for His Fake-Sick Best Friend Chapter 08

My Boyfriend Left Me to Die in the Desert for His Fake-Sick Best Friend Chapter 08

I hovered above them and watched their apologies 

without a trace of emotion. 

After hearing what had happened, the medical examiner said coldly, “She suffered severe heatstroke from prolonged exposure. If someone had given her electrolytes or taken her for treatment in time, she would not have died.” 

The moment Ethan heard the word “electrolytes,” he turned toward Claire, who was hiding outside. the doorway. 

At noon on the day of the hike, the team’s only bottle of electrolyte drink had been in my hands. 

Claire had claimed she felt dizzy and nauseous. 

Without asking how I was feeling, Ethan had taken 

the bottle from me and handed it straight to her. 

When Claire saw the look on Ethan’s face, she kept 

backing away. 

“Ethan, don’t look at me like that. I didn’t know Erin 

was that sick. I had heat exhaustion too, and my 

foot was injured…” 

Just then, a nurse approached with a medical 

chart. 

“Which one of you is Claire?” 

Claire raised a trembling hand. 

“I am.” 

The nurse opened the chart and looked through it. 

“You’re here to have that blister rechecked? The 

doctor already examined you. There’s nothing 

wrong with your foot. The skin isn’t even broken. 

Put a Band–Aid on it, and it’ll be fine in a few hours. 

You have no infection and no sign of heat 

exhaustion.” 

The nurse frowned and gave her a disapproving 

look. 

“I don’t understand why anyone called out an 

emergency rescue vehicle for this.” 

Ethan finally understood that Claire had never 

been hurt and had never needed rescue at all. 

He lunged at her and closed one hand around her throat. 

“You weren’t hurt at all? No heat exhaustion, 

nothing wrong with your foot?” 

Claire could barely breathe as she clawed 

frantically at the back of his hand. 

“Ethan… let go… I can’t breathe…” 

Losing control, Ethan shoved her to the floor. 

“It was you! You killed her! If you hadn’t faked 

being sick, those electrolytes would have gone to 

Erin. If you hadn’t kept insisting she was 

pretending to be dead, I never would have left her 

there to die!” 

Sitting on the floor, Claire shouted even louder. 

“Don’t put this on me! You said she was strong 

enough to handle it. You cut off her distress call. You saw her lying there, called her disgusting, and 

drove away!” 

Ethan stumbled back two steps and clutched his 

head with both hands. 

“Yes. It was me. I killed her.” 

Mike charged forward and kicked Claire hard in 

the shoulder. 

“You vicious, heartless liar! You posted online and 

turned everyone against Erin. You used a dead 

woman to win sympathy. You never cared whether 

she lived or died!” 

Daniel pulled out his phone. 

“I’m posting the truth. Everyone is going to know 

exactly what you did.” 

Claire immediately lunged for his phone. 

“You can’t post that! If you do, we’re all finished. 

Every one of you helped lie to the rescue crew 

yesterday. Do you want to lose your jobs and your 

reputations too?” 

“Those clickbait accounts live for scandals like 

this. The second you post it, they’ll tear us apart, 

and we’ll all be ruined!” 

They shoved one another outside the morgue as 

they fought over Daniel’s phone. 

I remained in midair, calmly watching them turn on 

one another. 

Not one of them was truly grieving for me. They 

were terrified of being held responsible for my 

death. 

Before long, hospital security arrived and pulled 

them apart. 

Ethan sat on the floor with his back against the 

wall, his face completely blank. 

Then he suddenly raised his hand and slapped 

himself across the face several times. 

“Erin, I was wrong. I finally understand how wrong 

I was.”