She Came at Midnight, I Became a Murderer — Novel

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When Ethan Miller wakes up to find his girlfriend's best friend, Emma, dead beside him, his world spirals into chaos. Blood stains the sheets, and with Sophia, his girlfriend, bursting in to witness the horror, everything he knows is put on trial. Accusations fly as Sophia's trust shatters, and Ethan is left scrambling to prove his innocence. But how does one defend themselves against a crime that seems impossible to explain?

Emma had always been a wild card, but now she’s a dead weight dragging Ethan into a nightmare. Her twisted game of seduction and betrayal has ended in a way no one could have anticipated, and as the walls close in, Ethan must navigate a treacherous path of deception. Who can he trust when every friend of Sophia’s could be a potential killer? What secrets lie hidden beneath the surface of their seemingly perfect lives?

As the tension mounts and the clock ticks, Ethan races against time to uncover the truth. But with every revelation, the line between friend and foe blurs, and the stakes become deadly. Will he be able to clear his name, or will he be trapped in this deadly game forever?

She Came at Midnight, I Became a MurdererChapter 1

It was my girlfriend Sophia Carter’s birthday.

She invited several of her close friends over to our apartment to celebrate.

I cooked a full table of dishes myself.

During dinner, everyone kept praising me as the perfect boyfriend.

Sophia smiled sweetly, clinging to my arm.

But one person was acting strangely behind everyone’s backs.

Her name was Emma Brooks, one of Sophia’s closest friends.

Whenever no one was watching, she would wink suggestively at me.

Under the table, her leg wrapped in black stockings kept brushing against mine.

I frowned and warned her twice with a sharp look before she finally withdrew.

Two hours later, Sophia’s friends all left—except Emma, who was drunk and collapsed on the couch.

“Babe, Emma’s had too much to drink and can’t make it home. I’ll let her stay in the guest room tonight.”

“Alright.”

But in the middle of the night, I felt someone slip into bed beside me.

I assumed it was Sophia sneaking back into my room, so I didn’t think twice. Naturally, I pulled her into my arms.

After a while, something felt off.

Why was there a faint scent of jasmine?

Sophia hated jasmine!

And… why was there a metallic smell, like blood?