While Watching Drama, the Heroine Warned Me About My Best Friend Chapter 01

While Watching Drama, the Heroine Warned Me About My Best Friend Chapter 01

I was binge-watching a drama on my phone during the train ride when that female lead suddenly turned her head, stared straight at me, and spoke.

“At seven tonight, your best friend Celia Gray, who sleeps in the bunk above you, will pretend to twist her ankle. She’ll claim she can’t get up and down easily and ask you to switch bunks with her.”

“After you switch, she’ll deliberately fall out of bed, have a miscarriage, and accuse you of pushing her on purpose.”

“Your boyfriend Erving Chase will testify that you pushed her out of jealousy, and then her husband Frank Foster will strangle you to death.”

The movie went back to normal.

I froze for a moment, thinking I’d imagined it. Celia wasn’t even pregnant—how could she have a miscarriage?

But at seven o’clock sharp, Celia suddenly sat down next to me, pale-faced.

She rubbed her ankle and said in a weak voice: “Vera, I accidentally twisted my ankle. I really can’t climb up to the top bunk. Could we switch places?”

The prediction from the movie had actually come true.

I whipped my head toward Celia, remembering the female lead’s last words: “The baby in Celia’s belly is Erving’s. But by the time you find out, it’ll be too late.”

I took half a step back, looked at my “best friend,” and suddenly smiled.

“No. I’m afraid of heights. I can’t sleep on the top bunk.”

***

Celia’s eyes reddened instantly. Her voice trembled with tears. “Vera, please. It’s only a few hours until we arrive. Can’t you just switch with me for a little while?”

“And we’re best friends. How can you bear to see me fall?”

She cried as she spoke, her pitiful expression drawing the attention of passengers in the carriage.

A burly man sitting in the aisle walked over. “Little girl, why are you crying? Did someone bully you?”

Celia looked up at him with a wronged expression, then flinched away like she was scared. “Uncle, I twisted my ankle by accident. I really can’t climb up. I just wanted to switch with my friend. I didn’t mean to take advantage of her, but we’ve been friends for over twenty years, and I never thought she’d refuse…”

The man turned and glared at me. “You’re so heartless! She twisted her ankle and can’t get up. What’s the big deal about switching? She’s been your friend for years, and you won’t even help? What kind of cold-blooded person are you usually?”

I sat on my bunk as the other passengers piled on their criticisms from all sides.

Celia sniffled, crying so hard she could barely catch her breath.

Her pitiful act was perfect—it easily stirred up people’s protective instincts.

I looked at her coldly, my gaze falling on her stomach. She was wearing a loose dress today. Unless you looked closely, you’d miss the slight bulge beneath it.

So the pregnancy was real, and so was the frame-up.

I took a deep breath and put on a concerned expression. “You’re right to scold me. I was indeed too selfish. Since your leg is bothering you, Celia, you take my bunk. I’ll go find the conductor, pay the fare difference, and upgrade to a soft sleeper in another car.”

Celia’s crying stopped abruptly. Panic flickered in her eyes. “No, that’s not necessary. We’re getting off soon anyway. Let’s just switch.”

My voice wasn’t loud, but it was clear enough for everyone to hear. “That won’t do. You’re my best friend. You stay here, and I’ll go to another car.”

Before she could respond, I turned toward the aisle and called out: “Conductor! I’d like to upgrade to a soft sleeper!”

Celia’s face flushed red. She reached out and covered my mouth. “Vera, don’t go. You’re the only one I know on this train. I’m scared to sleep here alone. Let’s just switch—that way we’re close and can look out for each other.”

I sneered inwardly, but kept a straight face. She was afraid that if I were far away, she couldn’t pin the blame on me.

I pulled her hand down and stared at her with a stiff, insincere smile. “Either we don’t switch, or you stay here and I go to another car. Your choice.”