My Boyfriend Left Me to Die in the Desert for His Fake-Sick Best Friend Chapter 09

My Boyfriend Left Me to Die in the Desert for His Fake-Sick Best Friend Chapter 09

Once the recording went online, public opinion. 

flipped overnight. 

Someone had uploaded the desperate radio. 

transmission. 

It captured my faint plea for help, and everyone who heard it was furious. 

Then came Ethan’s cold, merciless tirade. 

The recording also captured Claire repeatedly insinuating that I was lying. 

The rescue team’s official records were released 

soon afterward, proving that Ethan had lied about 

the number of hikers. 

The strangers who had attacked me turned their fury on them instead. 

The same people who had flooded my account 

with abuse now demanded that they answer for my death. 

Claire’s sympathy–seeking post became crucial evidence in the investigation. 

Thousands of people tore them apart in the comments beneath it. 

“They killed her! Every single one of them has to 

answer for it!” 

“They took away the drink that could have saved 

her and cut off her only call for help. How is that 

not murder?” 

“Arrest Claire!” 

“Ethan is a heartless monster!” 

That same evening, Claire’s employer announced 

that she had been fired. 

Ethan’s company fired him almost immediately. 

Mike and Daniel were hounded online until they finally deactivated their social media accounts. 

After returning to the city, Ethan did not go home. 

He did not dare go home, so he hid outside my apartment building instead. 

He wanted to go upstairs and see where I had 

lived. 

Then he suddenly remembered that he had thrown 

away all my belongings the day before. 

Ethan raced upstairs to the trash room at the end 

of the hall. 

The garbage had already been collected. 

He drove all the way to a landfill outside the city. 

He dug through mountains of rotting garbage with 

his bare hands. 

Hours later, broken glass had sliced his hands. 

open. 

At last, he found the black garbage bag. 

Clutching it to his chest, Ethan dropped into the 

sludge. 

He slowly opened it. 

Inside were photographs of us and the 

half–finished scarf I had been knitting for him. 

There was also my diary. 

His hands trembled as he opened it. 

On the latest page was a single line. 

“When this desert hike is over, I’m going to accept 

his proposal.” 

The moment Ethan read it, he finally broke down. 

“Erin, please come back. I swear I’ll never put 

anyone before you again. Please give me one 

chance to make it up to you.” 

He slammed his head against the metal dumpster 

beside him. 

Blood ran down his forehead and the bridge of his 

nose before dripping across the diary. 

Mike and Daniel also began facing the 

consequences of what they had done. 

Furious strangers sprayed red paint across their 

front doors, leaving them too terrified to leave 

home. 

Mike’s girlfriend broke up with him immediately, 

unable to endure the pressure. 

Claire’s name and photograph spread across the 

internet. 

Strangers who recognized her on the street threw 

rotten food at her. 

She fled into an alley, sank to the ground, and 

began sobbing. 

She pulled out her phone and called Ethan. 

“Ethan, help me. I can’t take this anymore.” 

Ethan’s voice was cold when he answered. 

“You can’t take it? Then never contact me again. 

Why was Erin the one who had to die? You’re not 

walking away from this. I’ll be watching you.” 

Terrified, Claire dropped her phone. 

She curled into the corner, muttering the same 

incoherent words again and again. 

“I didn’t kill her. Don’t come after me…”